Last night was New Year's eve. Gina and I had a great night. We started by watching a funny movie, then went to a dinner. Being New Year's eve, aka rookie night, we decided to walk to dinner. There's a great spot around the corner called, Townhouse Bar and Grill. We started with fried prawns (only a few, pregnancy won't allow much more than that) and garlicky french fries. Then came the warm brussel sprout salad with its little dose of bacon. For the entrées, Gina ordered a rib-eye steak medium rare, and I ordered stroganoff. My brother said she eats more like a man than I do. Gina loves steak. There's nothing more sexy than a 28 week pregnant woman gettin' after a rib-eye steak. It was hot.
Following dinner we went home and watched Rocky IV (the antagonist was NOT Ivan Drago, but his Nordic wife Ludmilla Vobet Drago, played by Brigitte Nielsen. He had like two lines. Her haircut is still the same. I think they're both Nordic, actually). We then watched the ball drop, tape delay, from NYC. Thank you Carson Daly. We were in bed by 12:01.
And then the magic happened. Around 2:30 in the am, I awoke to what sounded like a freight train making love to Chewbacca. It was like some terrible DJ was doing a crazy horror movie mix and his muse was Darth Vader's breathing. If you didn't know it was her, and only listened to the breathing you'd think she was a 74 year old man with type two diabetes, named Lou. As previously mentioned Gina is 28 weeks pregnant. She's also got a chest cold. In combination, these two make for labored breathing.
I woke up, and in a very insensitive moment, announced, "I'm going to the couch because of your breathing!".
What a jerk. I stayed on the couch for an hour. My punishment for the insensitivity was not being able to sleep. I returned to bed, turned on the fan, and went back to sleep. To make it worse Gina woke up this morning and told me she loved me, in between sneezes, twice. Ouch!!
Happy New Year!
