For the last day of Joe's beard, and March, we went around the UTSW campus with Annabel and her awesome (and heavy) portrait lens for some couple pregnancy pictures. Some fun ones are below and the rest, and more normal looking photos, are on flickr- just click this link to the flicker set.

Happy Birthday, to me! My last birthday as a non-parental unit. Joe and I spent a nice dinner at Il Cane Rosso after work and then hung out at home because we were going to be busy the rest of the week- I had signed up for a photography class at the Arboretum that Tuesday and Thursday as a birthday present to myself. The weekend before my birthday, we spent Saturday driving to and from Tyler so that I could pick out my birthday present at an antique shop and on Sunday we went to the Grape for brunch and then signed our lease for our new two bedroom apartment (same building, but a top floor apartment- yeah, no pounders above us anymore!), and then Jill came over to watch the 2-hour season premiere of Mad Men.

Here's another picture from after dinner on my birthday.....

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

For the 4th year in a row, we made it down to the Greenville Avenue St. Patrick's Day Block Party for some shenanigans and people watching. This year, I even got to see boobies of girls flashing people on a balcony for beads..... who knows what will be in store for next year!

-Joe drinking green beer at the Libertine before heading to the block party.

-Feeling huge.

-Always something fun to spy at the block party. Guess she couldn't get a real date?
P.S. The crazy tall bike still exists.... it appears that impending fatherhood prevented Joe from riding it for a 3rd year in a row....

It rained all day on Saturday, but Sunday afternoon turned out to be lovely so Joe and I went on a walk around our neighborhood to take some pictures of my growing belly in the beautiful weather and blooming trees and flowers.




We stopped into the Moth for a break and asked one of the waiters to take a picture of us together.... here's Joe with a beard!

First stranger asks to touch my belly.....

We were at the grocery store and we bought 3 cartons of ice cream on sale- might as well buy it on sale as I will definitely eat it over the next 4 months! Of course, Joe decides to tell the checkout clerk and bagger at Kroger that I'm pregnant- hence the 3 cartons of ice cream. The bagger chick, like everyone else, says congratulations, but then asks to touch my belly. Seriously lady? I told her no, she couldn't and then she just looked dumbfounded, like I told her the easter bunny wasn't real. Oh well.

Joe said, "Next time a stranger asks, ask them if you can touch their butt!"