We spent February 23-24 in Ft. Pierce for our friends' Pat and Jerren's wedding (Conor's sister and new brother-in-law). We had a blast and it was nice seeing Meg, Con, and Mike, but I have to admit that I went home early to the hotel while Chris stayed out to party. I am such a wild pregnant woman. Here are a few pictures:
they look too young to be grandparents:
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the Harper kids (only 1 with the name!):
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finally, my very un-pregnant looking belly at 17 weeks, 3 days:
At 17 weeks, my doctor, the nurse at the doctor, my eye doctor, and pretty much everyone else I see tells me I don't look pregnant at all. You see SOMETHING, right?!
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