Natalie & Ryan: I Love...

I had kind of a bad day. To take my mind off of things, I decided to save Ryan and I the hassle of grocery shopping when he got home, and instead went by myself around 3. I was worried that it would be too much on my body. I now have Acute Pancreatitis, thanks to my stupid gallbladder. I was told to take it easy, and, believe it or not, fast. I don't know how a pregnant woman can safely fast, but I've been trying. I bought some chicken broth when I was out, hoping a liquid diet would be okay. But yeah, I think I'm most definitely getting my gallbladder taken out immediately after the baby. Sheesh, I hate the dang thing!... Anyway, grocery shopping didn't kill me like I expected it to...not until I got the load home. I loaded up my arms with all of the bags (a task that Ryan always insists on doing), and right as I started to walk from the car to the house, smack dab in the middle of the parking lot, my bags ripped open. I started kicking stuff back to the car so that it wasn't in the road. This idiocy got the attention of one of my neighbors. He ran over (cigarette in mouth) and helped me carry everything inside. I thought it was pretty sweet...once I got over thinking I was a dum-dum.

I was relieved to have grocery shopping out of the way, so I ran upstairs and hopped in bed (no surprise). My pancreas was throbbing pretty bad, so I sat there, curled up in the fetal position. I dozed off a few times (Spongebob was on, what do you expect?), so when I woke up and it was 6:30, and Ryan still wasn't home, I got worried. He's usually home around 5:20. Just before I started to panic, he came into the bedroom. He continued to confuse me when he handed me a dinky pink balloon. I thought "oh...thanks, babe." haha! He told me "that one's free, but you'll have to find all of the others." Just then, I realized the balloon was filled with stuff. I got out of bed and felt like a little kid as I wandered around the house, searching for balloons. He put them everywhere! Once I collected them all, he then handed me a knife. I had fun popping them all, but I worried that our neighbors would think we were having a shoot-out with how many "POP" noises were going off. Once I killed all of the balloons, I had a large pile of paper strips sitting on the table. There had to be about 60. I was worried that he wrote me a poem or something, and that I'd have to arrange them. Nope. Each piece of paper had a quality of mine that Ryan "loved." It was really sweet and creative of him to do. He's definitely a much better romantic than I am.

This one was my favorite. Kind of embarrassed to share it, but yeah, I'll admit it's true. :P Glad to hear that Ryan "loves" it. Haha! Oh man.

My second favorite. All of the other ones said things like "I love how your hair smells," "I love your smile," "I love your kisses," "I love your laugh," "I love your cooking". Lots of cute things.