Gussied Up...

I got dressed up for our birthday supper out (no - we didn't get to go for lunch as Kurt had a business meeting today... oh well, I slept from 11 - 1pm anyway... chuckle) and after my husband did a nice, self-esteem raising little growl (giggle) he insisted on taking some pictures. I wanted to take the camera with us to the restaurant, but he kinda (like, he drove away from the house when I said, "We should take the camera to the restaurant with us!") said that wasn't necessary. So just pictures of me from my birthday - sorry!

I'll admit that usually (especially lately) I've felt keenly the whole "camera adds 10 pounds" adage. (Or in my case, more like 30 or way more lbs!) I like being the picture taker much more than being the picture takee. (Is that a real word?)

I was prepared to wince mightily, but after seeing the pictures there is only one of two possibilities: Kurt is either one heck of a photographer or I've finally grown into this pregnancy (now that it is almost done) plus I feel rested today, plus the shirt is a great accent. The blouse is one I bought at the start of the pregnancy but haven't worn very much because it is "dressy"... but even with jeans it worked tonight.

And my husband's reaction was most satisfying. ;) So, mom, thanks for insisting I buy it waaaaay back in April! And - I must note - I am not in any way sticking my tummy out further... it really sticks out that far on its own! (LOL!) Also nice to know: Baby Manz and I aren't going to share the same birthday - yay!
(Notice how I match the picture behind me? It was painted by Kurt's Grampa E, by the way.)
(Kurt's favorite picture. He says I look like "a mom"... whatever that means...)
(27 years old and 38 weeks, 2 days pregnant!)