I love Burgers!

Just saw a picture posted on Facebook and it reminded me of my LOVE for Burgers, and how 'real' it is. Let me tell you about the birth of my last child.  Okay, I know you are thinking, what does that have to do with Burgers.  But, by now you should know I'm random, but I'll show you how it ties together.
So, here I was 9mos pregnant. DUE!! as they say. Tired, ready to pop... all of the above. I woke the morning 'after' Labor day Sept 1994 with a headache. No, I did NOT go into labor on Labor day, like someone was trying to jinx me into doing, but I digress. I was told by my dr to come in to be checked, just a precaution. Went in, got check out.. everything was fine.. Too fine. the Dr say's 'oh well, you could have it today, or tomorrow.. even next week'.. O_O Those are the last things a healthy BEYOND pregnant woman wants to hear. Just get this thing out already!!. So I go on to my good friends house.. and just hang out... now.. little did SHE know.. I had went into labor. I myself wasn't really sure, you think I would be after 2 previous times, but the dr had given me little hope. 
Me and my friend watched videos, drove around and air for her tires...AND I got a Burger!! By this time I knew I was in labor, and KNEW from all the other times that they won't let me eat. I was like bump that. I would take a bite in between contractions.. when a contraction would hit, I would put the burger down and breathe. By the time I was done with that Burger, I was just bout ready to deliver!! We went to the hospital and I had her in 45 mins! BURGER POWER!!