The Last Shebang...

As legend would have it, part of the transition into Mommy and Daddy-hood includes a final trip as husband and wife.

I believe the scientific term for the journey, is the Babymoon.

And so, with just T-minus nine weeks until parenthood, Reece and I hopped in the car and headed south.




Four hours, ONE bathroom stop, two abnormally swollen ankles and five water bottles later, we found ourselves in St. George for the night.

We happen to love St. George, primarily because of Grandad, Grandma Nani and Sassy.





But St. George was not our final destination, my friends.

6 hours, two ridiculously enormous ankles, two McDonald's ice cream cones, thirty rounds of "Would You Rather" and one very grumpy pregnant lady later, we finally ended up here:



Though the fog is dense, and my hair is fighting a tough battle with the humidity, I am glad to be in beautiful Newport Beach with the hubby.

Tomorrow, I might even put on a bathing suit.