Lessons learned: Don't go to IKEA when you're nine months pregnant.

Because it turns out that the desperate need to go to IKEA? It's called nesting. And a sign that labor is impending.

This is something my sister in law learned yesterday when she went into labor at IKEA, stranded with the only family car, 30 minutes away from the hospital.

But you know what she got at the end?

8 pounds and 14 ounces of this chunk of adorableness:



Best IKEA find EVER.