Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of Nate in the shower. I remembered all of a sudden that it was Fathers' Day and since he's going to be a dad soon, I decided to surprise him. So I got one of my Avon lipstick samples from the other room, went back to bed and proceeded to write "Happy Dad's Day Daddy" on my belly in the lipstick. I then very carefully put the covers back and waited. He came in a few minutes later and I nonchalantly lowered the blankets to show him my pink-stained tummy. Then I got the giggles sooooo bad. I could not stop laughing. I think he was having trouble reading it because the whole thing was moving more than a bowl of Jell-O. He then said I was a wacko, which I accepted with pride.
I think the reason I was in such a good mood was because I had been off dicletin for 2 days. Then the day went downhill from there. I had horrible allergies, because apparently the stuff has some sort of antihistamine in it. Then we drove out to Vancouver to meet up with Uncle Greg - Nate's brother and I got sick on the way there. No vomit, mind you...just yuckiness. So I went bad on the drugs. It was just a trial anyhow to see how I was doing.
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