For my birthday, David took me to see Baby Mama with Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. If you like these two on SNL, then you will like the show. It wasn't David's kind of movie at all - what a nice guy to take me to it anyway. We went on this date while my mom and dad watched Jasper for us. When we came home, there was a 4 man tent up in our living room. They all went to REI and I guess my dad couldn't resist. Poor Jasper has sure done a lot of shopping lately - Target with me and his mom. Ikea, and maternity shopping with me and my sisters and now REI. He is such a good sport.
I taught the lesson in church Sunday. I haven't taught for quite a few weeks and so when I got up in front of everyone, the mini podium somehow missing, my pregnant tummy seemed to be the focus of the room. When I looked out into the sea of white puffy hair, I saw 30 pairs of eyes staring straight at my belly. I'm now officially out of the pregnancy closet. Not that I was trying to hide the fact that I was pregnant or anything. Its just werid to figure out when to tell people, or if you should, or if you even want to. One woman did come up to me after the lesson and just said "Congratulations!" I was really tempted to reply with "Congratulations for what?" And deny pregnancy, just to see what would happen. But that would've been mean.
So I finally decided that my slicked back ponytail and barely combed hair look, is not really
in anymore and decided to get a haircut. It has been so depressing lately looking in the mirror. All I see is zits, and grody hair. Zits and grody hair. At least I can take care of the grody hair part immediately. The zits might not go away until post baby.
Ta da! My new do:

And here is my pregnant self. Me at 18 weeks.