an awful lot of falafel.

A couple months ago, Noel and I had this genius idea that I was going to quit my job and run a falafel stand with the baby downtown. According to my brief math, we were going to be millionaires in a matter of weeks.

Though our conversation has slowly evolved away from money making genius ideas to who is going to water the plants and what happens if my water breaks at a client's house, I decided to try a falafel recipe. I think I was hoping it was going to be so amazing that Noel would immediately go and buy me a flashy red stand to make my falafels in.

This is what happened.



I hope my mother isn't reading this, because I am ashamed of myself and my Egyptian heritage. My ancestors would be horrified. Noel, who pretty much will eat anything (yes, I have caught him eating food from the kitchen sink) couldn't finish it. He said I should have put 80% less salt than I did. Oops.

We ate chic-fil-a instead.

whaaaa

This is a birthing ball.



With my head all in a pregnant tizzy, I decided to buy one yesterday.
Game time is fast approaching.

I bet you are sorry you missed this...

Don't we all just want a chance to eat with our hands and watch real life jousting with real life horses, all in a huge arena (located in a mall!)
I am sorry to be repetitive, but I still can not believe such a place exists in real life!











Along with the 6-12 year olds whose birthday it was, I got the distinct pleasure of being knighted. I have got to be one of the few knighted preggos. Noel said I didn't stop smiling the whole time.


The blue knight, "bizarro Noel".

When we left, Noel said we are going to have to take our son there for his 12th birthday. I can not wait. I am wondering if I can convince him to work there (perhaps as a medieval busboy?)

Thank you, Waughs!

why hello, third trimester!

You bring us...many packed boxes.



a huge belly.



and a new craving to drink a glass of milk with every meal.



oh goodness.

Good riddance apt !

As a farewell present to us, trusty tenants, there was a 5 minute whirlwind of a storm, and this is what happened:




Holy cow!

Noel and I were off to workout (yes, pregnant chics do that...for exercise, yes, but mostly because I love riding a bike and reading a book at the same time. It's a very satisfying form of multi-tasking).

Turns out, however, Noel can no longer ride his bike to work.



When I called the landlord, he told me he was currently in Turkey and it was 1 A.M. Oops. I can not wait to see what form his magical connections from Turkey will take when the tree, as he promised, will be removed tomorrow. It is kind of fun forging a trail from our apartment to the street, so I can't say I won't be a little disappointed.

Babymoon...more like PARTYmoon

Since we have such generous friends in the Waughs, we got to spend a whole FIVE days(count them, yes, that is a lot more days than I could have imagined) in their beautiful and awesome West Virginia cabin.

I mostly pretended we were at the beach, and immediately woke up and put a swimsuit on every day in an effort to try and convince Noel to go to the pool. As Noel said (and I take as a very high compliment, "You are the only person who can get a tan in West Virginia.") Exactly.


25 weeks (or so) pregnant

We really didn't do much. I learned that sleeping in is not a thing of the past (yet), and until the baby comes, I am utilizing every opportunity to sleep in. We read a lot of books and watched a lot of cable tv (what a treat!)




Noel has the best taste in books, doesn't he?

We are currently in a swamp of moving ( July 10th!) and being pregnant (as usual), but there will be more to come. Goodbye Spring, hellooooo summmmerrrrrrr.

ps- Did I already say how much I love my maternity swimsuit and especially the fact that I currently float so well in the pool? I would wear my swimsuit every single day if I could. I can't wait until the baby comes, and I can use that as an excuse to play in the sprinkler whenever possible.

I love my siblings

This picture summarizes my Saturday in Fredericksburg with Ramsey, Isis, and my mom. Noel was in the car when this picture was taken, smirking from a distant at my brother's behavior.




In other news, I schooled the GRE and am hoping to be graduate school bound in the next couple years. No more vocabulary flashcards for me!