Down on the Farm

Yep, that's me, 7 1/2 months pregnant and shooting a shotgun. Let me explain. The radiology department held their annual Crawfish Boil a couple weeks ago- the main event is of course dining on large quantities of boiled crawfish, potatoes, corn, mushrooms, onions and garlic, but the clay pigeon shooting range is a popular sideshow.

My friend Kelly Kirsten (who was visiting from Sacramento) and I were watching Nick shoot when she said that she'd never actually fired a gun. So of course she had to give it a try, which led to Nick thinking it would be great to have a picture of his very-pregnant wife wielding a deadly weapon. I've shot clays once or twice before with my dad and brother, but was willing to go along with the idea, especially after assurances from several docs that my baby would not come out deaf due to the blast. (They did say that she might have an affinity for fireworks or a strange desire to join the NRA later in life.) I hit the clay on my second try, so maybe we'll end up with a little Annie Oakley!