Amidst the madness of early labor, our anniversary got slightly overlooked this year. Chris planned out an incredible date that ended with reservations at the Grand America, but I got put on bed rest and everything got canceled. We were lucky enough to have one last date night and cracked up as we talked about what we wanted to do... "lets go eat a bunch of delicious food, buy each other a present, and go to sleep early."
We bought each other sweatpants. It wasnt intentional, it was just what we both ended up wanting... lol. We ate great food and just walked around holding hands and timing contractions and snorting and crying because we were laughing so hard.
He really is my best friend.