Poor Brian has seemed to get the short end of the birthday stick the last few years.
Three years ago on his birthday, we had just bought our house and were scrambling to get our old house ready to put on the market so he spent his birthday weekend painting (his most hated chore). I can't even remember what we did two years ago, so that tells you it wasn't super memorable. Last year, I was very pregnant and his special day got overshadowed by the impending birth.
This year, he had only been 33 for an hour and a half when the baby started throwing up. Turns out that he and I didn't have food poisoning after-all- we had a nasty stomach bug that unfortunately we passed on to Collins. It was pretty scary seeing her throw up for the first time, not knowing what was going on. After a quick call to the on-call nurse, we realized it wasn't serious and calmed down a bit. But after a 2 a.m. trip to the store for Pedialyte and a sleepless night to follow, Brian really wasn't feeling his birthday best that next morning. And after caring for a sick baby all day, I didn't have time to make him a special dinner so a pizza dinner had to suffice.
All in all- not the best birthday ever- but he was a good sport about it. The good news is that we are all completely recovered, and I have until January 25, 2013 to figure out how to make it up to him.
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