Two weeks to go...

I love having a husband who, no matter how crazy or weird my desires may be, appeases me anyway and goes along with my crazy requests. Like this afternoon when I told him, "I think we should go out and take a few pictures of this big ol' belly of mine, you know, so one day I can show our little dude what I looked like just before he came into our lives." To which he kindly says, "Ok, you lead the way."

And then we, er I, proceed to make a fool of myself, posing where ever I saw fit for a picture, and he just, sweet as ever, continues to go along with it. I'm sure all of the cars driving by us had a good laugh at how silly we must have looked. I know I was laughing. 

Not only do I ask my neighbors for their coupons, I ask to utilize their props, too, like that swing hanging from this beautiful tree a few streets down. I know we live in an old neighborhood, but the charm found around this place is something I'm really going to miss when we pack up our lives and move to who knows where next year.