Leaving on a Jet Plane

So, I've been getting a little stir-crazy to go on a vacation this summer.  I've got the fever.  I loved everyone's semiversary ideas, and am totally planning to copy them in the future...

BUT, as it turns out, Dave and I are taking a long weekend in Chicago in a couple of weeks!  I can't wait to visit Chi-town again!  (Do real people call it that, or just rappers?)   

Last time we visited, it was wonderful, but snot-freezing cold:

 Dave had to help suit me up in real winter wear every time we went out the door.  Luckily, this picture doesn't showcase my frozen snot and watering eyes.  It also doesn't show the wind that made me feel like I might blow away.

On our last visit, Dave was in a 48-hour frenzy to eat all the city food he misses here in Houston.  It turned out to be a little...overboard.  I literally could not keep up with the visits to his beloved restaurants and went into a food coma or two.  This time, I'm pregnant, so I'll definitely be hungry enough to compete!  Yes! 

Thanks for having us, Jeff and Janet!


Oh, and in baby news:

I am a little over 17 weeks now, so our next ultrasound should tell us if Scooter is a boy or a girl.  If you want to make a guess, do it in the next couple of weeks!  At some point soon, we should give the little pooper a name.  Feel free to hold back your opinion if you think the name sucks-- naming babies is hard!  I could barely name my dog, and even now we call her a variety of things... Poor little wiener. 

I'll throw in a partial family pic for good measure: