Last night's anniversary dinner was phenomenal. For the past five years, Todd and I got all dolled up and headed to our favorite froufy steak house. But this year we branched out, and on the recommendation of a friend, tried a new place. The appetizers were good, but not quite as good as our old familiar place. But man, did they ever make up for it with the entrees, sides, and service. I think it was potentially the best steak I've ever had. Plus, the waiter didn't hesitate to make strong recommendations and actually chose my meal for me, practically reading my mind.
We ate until we could barely more, and then they took our picture for us, with the photographer actually managing to get Todd with his eyes open.
Afterward, we went to the movies and saw Mr. Brooks, which I really liked. During the movie, we actually had the audacity to get popcorn and candy - because we are true gluttons. By the end of the evening, we were uncomfortably full and sugar overloaded, but happy.
But the morning didn't start out all sweetness and light. Todd and I got into a massive fight a few days ago, and I actually slept in the guest room the night before our anniversary, too upset to stay in bed with him. I was fuming the next morning, but determined to get through our anniversary/family/maternity/Hannah picture session, so I was grinning and bearing it while talking as little as possible to my beloved of six years. Then Hannah woke up with a sore throat, so we thought pictures were off. Then I asked if she'd like to go to the park and she perked right up, so pictures were back on. Then it rained. Then it stopped. You get the idea.
But I think we may have some good pictures after all is said and done. Here's hoping.
And yesterday afternoon, Todd returned with flowers and a cheesy, but accurate greeting card that he signed quite simply with "I love you and I'm sorry." And really, that's all it takes for me.
The issue that caused the argument is still unresolved, and I may need some advice from you all on that front. But his apology means everything to me, so at least I got to enjoy the remainder of our anniversary and focus on all the things he does right, even in the face of serious bone-headed errors.
Did you see that Frances had her boys? I've been following along at home this whole time because she and I have due dates just days apart. That's why it's mind-blowing to me that her boys look so big and healthy, considering how early they are. I can't believe Baby Sister is even bigger right now.
Frances and her family are going to have a bit of a rough haul, but at least their prepared this time. So go tell her congrats and send some prayers or good wishes her way.
I shoved my wedding ring on for pictures yesterday, and was barely able to get it back off come evening. So it's staying off for good now. I think I'm entering that phase of pregnancy now where the wheels really start to come off the cart. Yesterday was the first time I noticed visible swelling, though, thankfully, my blood pressure remains stellar. I'm truly waddling now and people tend to suck in air and wince when they see me. This picture doesn't do my size justice, but I couldn't help but share the world's least conventional belly shot:
And finally, did I tell you that my MIL is moving back to Buffalo? Did I tell you she moves three weeks before this baby is born? Yeah. Well, I hope this time something works out for her.