25 weeks 4 days

This isn't suppose to be anything artistic with me gazing at my belly...I just didn't know Stephen was about to take the picture.  And no face for this one...if you saw my face today, you'd know why.  I don't need too many no makeup and bad hair days on record.  If you ask me, I'm not really looking 6 months pregnant.  What do you think?  This also isn't a fish for "you look so skinny" comments (though every pregnant girl likes those:)).  I am purely talking about the size of my belly, so you can be honest! 

These are a few of my favorite things...

Here are a few of the foods that I have become particularly fond of during pregnancy:

 Bread.  I always loved bread, but I crave it allll the time now.

Cottage cheese.  This is a more recent one.  I started eating it because I felt like I needed some more healthy snacks (see pictures below...) and just started eating it with almost every meal. 

Whole. Dill. Pickles.  mmm.  These were mainly in the first trimester, and I loved them so much that I had to exercise self control to not eat more than one a day (though I gave in sometimes) because I think each pickle had a weeks worth of sodium. 

That's right, FLAMING HOT CHEETOS!  I ate a bag of these almost every day in high school with a Dr. Pepper.  Stephen thought these were the grossest thing I ever asked for...then a few days later...he was hooked too.  They are addictive.  I have to ration these or I'll eat the whole bag in one sitting.  I also have to set limits for myself, like one bag a month, because these add absolutely no nutritional value to my diet.  Plus I think they give me pretty bad heartburn.  At least a pickle doesn't have any calories. 

And last but not least, corn dogs.  Stephen and I discovered about a month ago that the gas station on the corner has a corn dog and a coke for $1.99.  Incredible!  They aren't actually corn dogs...but they are in the same family- just no stick- and that's what the gas station calls them.  The funny thing is, I caught Stephen red handed this week when I got into my car to the aroma of mustard, cause he left the wrapper from his corn dog/coke fix.  Turns out, he had been stopping in for an afternoon snack SEVERAL times, and he didn't even get me one! 

22 weeks 4 days

Woah.  Look at that belly.  Don't get too excited though, I think it might just be the perfect angle to make me look pregnant.  I still don't feel like anyone could tell just seeing me on the street.  And I don't have a lumpy belly (at least not when I'm standing up) it's just my shirt bunching at the top.

This one is a little more realistic.  Stephen thinks my belly got huge overnight.  I think I probably just had a big meal.  Gosh, I have terrible posture.  Next picture I will be standing up straight...

Anniversary celebration

Happy 3 year anniversary!

Stephen surprised me with an anniversary date yesterday!  He was really creative, and I had no idea what we were doing until we got there! 

This was right after Stephen surprised me with a prenatal massage.  It was my first professional massage, and it was great!  The girl talked the whole time, so there was no falling asleep, not to mention the painful digging into the "tension spots" to release "toxins"  (whatever that means).  But I do feel better!  She said I have toxic buildup because I don't eat organic.  I should have lied and told her I did eat organic to see if she still thought I had toxic buildup. 
Then we went to a sports bar for a little bit, got some wings and watched football.  Then we walked around the Plaza and went to a few shops- I got to show Stephen the crib we should be getting this week.  He loved it, of course.

 THEN Stephen took me to "SantaCaliGon Days" in Independence, MO.  It is a town festival with lots of "junk" (as Stephen likes to call it) for sale, and fair type food.  They had a free Easton Corbin concert that night.  To avoid the smoke and standing in a large crowd we found a hill where we could hear everything so we set up a blanket and listened!  One of the best things about local festivals/fairs is the crazy people that go to them.  We got a big kick out of watching screaming babies, rednecks, and a few people who had a little too much to drink.  Speaking of drinks....

Don't worry, its just homemade root beer (and we shared).  One of my favorite festival specialties!  Stephen just thought we needed a picture of me throwing this big bottle back.  I forgot to limit my liquid intake to avoid the Port-o-potties as much as possible.  At least I don't have a huge belly in danger of port-o-potty walls.  Ew.

 It was so fun- my favorite anniversary of the three!