Andrew and I hadn't been out of the house alone since I was pregnant. That changed on Saturday night. We planned this date night about a week in advance. My parents were to babysit. There was a slight hiccup in said plan when poor Alice turned out to have tummy issues that translated into hours of screaming. The parental unit (well I guess grand-parent unit) thought that if the screaming ensured perhaps a lunch date would be better then a real date night. Luckily we found a system that seemed to be working for Alice and come Saturday night when they arrived... she was sleeping.
Originally we thought we would go for dinner and a movie. We re-thought that plan as that would have meant a very quick dinner out pre movie as I can only be away from a baby or a pump for max 3 hour increments unless I want to be uncomfortable and a hot mess. So we ended up making reservations at an Italian restaurant 10 minutes away.
I'd been contemplating trying on a pair of non maternity jeans for a week or so so I dragged them out before the last feeding pre date refusing to try them on until the final hour so I wouldn't stew if they didn't fit. I was secretly terrified that if they didn't fit I might fall into a slump but rationalized trying them on by promising myself more wine while out if that was the case. Luckily when the time came to try on those jeans they did fit and I felt like I'd just won the lottery... so so so satisfying.
When we left I was apparently mildly frantic with my in case this happens.... or don't forget to.... I mean this wasn't the first time I'd left them with someone else... I do go to the gym during the day and everything is always fine while I am away... but this time it just seemed different.
My Mom made me promise not to talk about the babies while we were out. We were supposed to have a real break.
I would like to say that I kept that promise but clearly I would be lying. We did manage to have a great time though. I might have came home mildly intoxicated (god what a year of being away from the booze can do to your tolerance!!) but I definitely came home feeling lighthearted and closer to Andrew than ever.
It was a great night out.
even if it did only last for two hours.
coming home to a still sleeping baby.... amazing!