I was actually feeling pretty sick when I got home--like I had had too much to drink, which was funny, since I didn't drink at all the whole time. Just water. So I completely crashed. H came to see me after work, and I barely remember it. Something about wanting me to set up a place to sleep on the floor while he took a shower. I remember wanting him to take the dog out, so she wouldn't have an accident while he was in the shower. And that I was very, very out of it and grumpy. I remember H asking me why I was telling at him.

We both slept on the floor, which turned out to be great for my back (he wanted to sleep there for his back). It was sooo nice to wake up with him...I hadn't had that in a long time. I even joked I had missed the morning breath. LOL

I was still not feeling well. We made plans to eat with MIL, and I decided I needed a quick shower to get that stale smoke smell from the club off of me. Quick shower turned into looong shower. I was feeling dizzy and foggy and really out of it. When I get to feeling bad, I move so slow. H at one point got real annoyed with me, when I was in the bathroom tying my hair up. I got kind of dizzy, and closed my eyes. He accused me of "doing it again." (He used to claim I faked being sick to get attention.) I got really ticked--told him I most definately was not, that I felt really weird, and I didn't appreciate him accusing me of anything. He backed off, apologized, said he "couldn't tell."

We left later than we had meant to. He drove. I laid the car seat back--I remember him asking me if I was going to talk to him, and can't recall what I said. I really don't remember much of the ride, but he told me I was being pretty mean. I told him I probably just needed food--I wasn't judgemental with him when he got cranky because he was tired and hungry. He kept telling me I was being gripey, but there are times I honestly don't even know what said.

I think he got a little worried when we got to MIL's, and I just sort of fell over on the couch. They both decided I needed to eat soon. H drove. Somewhere along the way, he realized I hadn't eaten anything in 24 hours. (Ooops. Didn't do it on purpose.) He commented that he hadn't, either, and he was okay. And then, for him, made a really surprising comment--that maybe I handle things different than him physically. He had always gotten frustrated when I didn't keep up with him physically before. I think I kind of worried him. I was so blanked out on the way to the restaurant. He started to look back, and then reach back to check on me, quite a bit.

Food did help. Did wonders. I must have just been completely shut down. Not good for DBing!

H told me while we were at the restaurant, that he had a hunch even before he asked me out that I might be the right person for him. We talked about how we were going to have one kid, and adopt a second. Or maybe adopt first, then have one.

We did some running around after that. Just errands and stuff. It was felt very, very right. Did lots of reminiscing. I commented that it was kind of frustrating that it had gotten so complicated--but that none of that matter, because I was going to be with him for the rest of my life.

He told me on the drive back to my place that he didn't know why he had babies on the brain so much lately, especially since he hadn't wanted them before. I told him it was just because he was feeling very lovey dovey, it was just an example of how he wanted to get closer to me.

After we got to my place, we talked about, of all things, his butt. Not kidding. He asked me if I like it, since it had gotten bigger. I told him that it was very nice, very muscular. I won't go into the more descriptive things I said...

I've found that he asks a lot about what I think of his body. If I can see the muscles, if he's gotten bigger, if he looks good...that sort of thing. I think he's fishing for compliments, so I'm going to make sure to offer them first more often. The butt conversation really made him smile.

H had to leave for work. I really didn't want him to go. He told me he would be back to spend the night again, that there were a lot of things he wanted to do with me on Sunday.

After he was at work, I left him a vmail apologizing for having been a grouch. That I had a great day with him, that I missed him, and couldn't wait to see him.

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