On Sunday night, Chad and I had our first post-baby date night.
People told me to go out and do fun things before the baby arrived, and after a while, I started to resent that advice a little bit — there was so much pressure to do all our fun stuff now, since we’d fall off the face of the earth once the baby was here. Only I didn’t really want to do a ton of stuff at 8- or 9-months pregnant — I couldn’t fit into any of my clothes, I couldn’t order a glass of wine, I couldn’t eat an entire meal without preceding it with a Zantac appetizer (yum, or… not).
So now that I’m no longer pregnant, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to go out for a fun dinner for the last few weeks! And last weekend, when Chad’s parents offered to babysit, I jumped at the chance.
Sure, we were 45 minutes late for our reservation, because Bear decided that he wanted me to feed/rock him for an hour and a half before we left. (Oh well.) Sure, we got to the restaurant five minutes before the kitchen closed, and speed-ordered our meals.
Sure, we checked the baby monitor three times during dinner. (Can you blame us?)
But, you know what? I got dressed up. I wore heels. I had a glass of wine. I had a conversation with my husband without focusing 95% of my mental energy on the baby.
It’s funny to call it a “date,” because a few weeks ago, this was just What We Do On Weekend Nights. This wasn’t a fancy, special-occasion restaurant, it’s a neighborhood place that we go to a few times a month. But given that our life right now is pretty much unrecognizable from what it was a month ago… it actually felt pretty special.
All in all, a very good night.