BBQ, BK, and Big Baby Belly.

Now that it's finally February 26th, I think it's about time I talk about my Valentine's Day.

It was probably my favorite ever.

We told each other we would keep it simple. Of course, nothing is simple with William.

First, I walked out of school and William had covered the inside of my car with butcher paper that had love notes written on it. When I opened my car door, his ipod was blasting this song. How romantical.

When I came home, William had made a reservation to one of my favorite restaurants, Lucille's BBQ (They have steak butter... 'nuff said.).

(We made sure to take this picture before getting BBQ sauce all over our faces.)

If you think that wasn't enough, William then surprised me with tickets to the Ben Kweller/Pete Yorn show at the Marquee. (A lady at his work managed to get us on a "list" that got us in for free. I love coming to venues and telling them we're on the list.)

By the time Ben played, my feet and legs were so swollen and a woman stole my chair and I didn't have the nerve to get it back (she was old). So we had to leave before seeing Pete Yorn...but not before meeting Ben, of course.

Good times with BK:

(William likes to say that this picture was taken 10 seconds before he put Ben in a headlock for touching my belly.)

Although it was Valentine's Day, it kind of felt more like the 4th of July: Nothing says "America" like BBQ, steak butter, and BK singing "Penny on a Train Track".

Thank you loves...

You're my favorite deputy. - Woody

Baby Shower and repeated use of the term "Shout Out".

Party-Planning Queen Extraordinaire (also known as my sister-in-law, Marci) asked me 2 seconds after I announced my pregnancy if she could throw my shower. I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.

Yet again (remember this one?), she threw an unforgettable party that I was so delighted to be a part of.

I went to my own shower with every intention of taking plenty of pictures. Of course, I got to the food table and pretty much stopped there. (Can you tell where my priorities lie?) I forgot to assign someone to take my photos...so you can read more about my shower here. (And I suggest you browse through some of Marci's other famous parties. She's amazing!) Thank you Marci for making that day unforgettable!

And now, I have a few more shout-outs to make...in no particular order.

Here's a shout-out to my lovely mother.

(This is my favorite photo of her.)

Mom, thanks for decorating your house in such a way that adds elegance and grace to every party that is thrown there. Also, thank you for making sure my baby has everything she needs. I cannot wait for her to meet her Grandma Marilyn. She is going to love hanging out at your place.

Another shout-out goes to those who cooked the most delicious brunch at my shower... Marci, Mom, and cousin Kami! I'm still drooling over it. (Oh and let's not forget my amazing cousin Jane from See Jane Cook that inspired my mom to make the lemon cookies and blueberry muffins. Jane, keep those recipes coming!)

Yet another shout-out goes to my mother-in-law Martha and my sister-in-law Laura:

The biggest surprise I received the day of my shower was when these two arrived. They drove all the way from Utah to come. I couldn't believe it... I enjoyed so much having you guys there! It made the day so perfect. Martha, you are going to be an amazing Grandma. I can't wait for baby girl to meet you! Laura, you are always a delight! I'm so excited for this upcoming year!

My last shout-out goes to everyone who have showered my baby girl with gifts and everything she needs. William and I feel so blessed to be surrounded and loved by so many good people! Thank you thank you thank you!

Well, now that my back hurts from writing this post, I think it's time for bed.

Good Night, Moon.

I heard the more swollen your feet are, the cuter your baby is.

(This is the photo we sent to my brother-in-law, Michael (Elder Bradford), when we announced the gender of our baby girl. That's definitely a tutu around William's head. And of course that tutu was from Grandma Marilyn.)

I've come to the point of the pregnancy where I actually envy people who can move around quickly. I want to cry every time I'm out on recess duty watching 150 energetic 5th graders. I'm making plans to become an avid jogger after the baby comes. (Whether or not these plans are actually carried out is none of your business.)

I've also come to the point of the pregnancy where none (and I really mean NONE) of my shoes fit me. I live in flip flops. My students have noticed my lack of professionalism: "What happened to your feet?" "Why are they so red?" "I've never seen you in flip flops, Mrs. Bradford. They look like they're doing damage to your feet." (Yes, actual quotes)

But with only 3 more weeks to go (and a list of 150 things to do before then), I'm becoming more anxious to meet the baby girl that's slowing me down and swelling my feet.

When dancing gets you free pizza...

This video won us some free Grimaldi's pizza.

Thanks to Kent for having amazing dance moves.

Thanks to William for spending lots of time hassling people to get them to vote for the video on Facebook.

Thanks to the people that graciously accepted William's hassling and voted. (I think most of the hassling went to Robs. Thanks Robs for voting even though it contained spam.)

Thanks to Grimaldi's pizza for building a restaurant in AZ.

I first tried their restaurant under the Brooklyn Bridge with these gals:

Mmmmmmmmmmm... Can't wait to get me some eats.