Poker night!

We realized that we need a plan to pay for the crumpet's college education.

So, here it is:



We'll probably need to work up from class poker night to the big tables in Vegas, but we've got to start somewhere. Considering that this was my first poker game ever, I probably have a long way to go! But it was a lot of fun, and Alex and I walked away with $8 of our $10 total buy-in ($5 each) at the end of the night. I even won the last hand.

That's a bottle of cream soda, people, don't worry. We're not introducing the crumpet to gambling AND boozing all in one night.

And yes, my belly is getting big. We had to go back to Target today for further maternity pants shopping, as I only had two pairs of pants that I could wear, and the low-rise jeans aren't going to last much longer. I did find a pair of maternity jeans and a pair of belly-paneled cargo pants that aren't half-bad, but I also made the mistake of trying on some shirts.

First, I had to wade through some truly hideous bright pattern-printed things to find plain black T-shirts and tunics. Then I went into the dressing room and put on the first one, one of those empire-waisted things that are the classic pregnancy top. Suddenly, I went from cute little baby bump to gigantic gestating elephant. Seriously, I looked 8 months pregnant! I can't imagine how many months along I will look in one when I AM 8 months pregnant. Perhaps twelve? I wonder if the crumpet felt the warp in the space-time continuum. So I pulled my jaw up off the ground, discovered that the other top wasn't any better, threw back on my regular old T-shirt and ran screaming out of Target with just the two pairs of pants.

We'll deal with tops later, I guess.