
So last month I turned 32. It was a great birthday. J let me sleep in and took me to Target (I seriously love that store, and I miss living 5 minutes away from it). Then later, he and R made me a cake, decorated with peanut butter, and R drew me a card.

Here's a close-up of the card. She insisted that J write everybody's name on the card (remember-- she LOVES birthdays, and likes to have us sing happy birthday to everyone and anyone she can think of).

I also used the opportunity to wear my cutest maternity dress and take a belly shot or two. (for reference, in this photo I am 28w, just starting month 7).