You Know You're Pregnant When...

No, no. It's not when your belly is so big that everyone you see tells you that you look like you're going to explode. Although, that's what happens to me everywhere I go. That would be a boring post. You know you're pregnant AND about to explode when your husband tells you he'll take you anywhere, ANYWHERE you want for dinner, and you choose A&W. That's what happened to me last night. After attending an open house for Valley Orthodontics, one of Blake's favorite professors at the dental school, we had a fancy schmancy dinner at A&W. I can't help it. Those root beer freezes are so good.
After dinner we went to Blake's office to pick up some stuff and Max had his first opportunity to be a dentist. Isn't Max practicing good ergonomics!?! I can't wait to compare this picture with the one I take at Max's dental school graduation in only 25 years.And as we were leaving the office, we heard fireworks down along the water, only a few blocks from where we were. We pulled over and watched them. Max now can tell you that fireworks say "BOOM!" And when they were done he said, "Again! Again!" The fireworks were the perfect end to our evening.