Last night my husband and I met friends for date night at a nice restaurant in our old neighborhood. The food was amazing and the company was great, but I still missed my son. I wanted him to be there to steal food off my plate and throw it on the floor, to demand sips of water then shove the glass away in protest. I missed him terribly, but in some ways it was nice to feel like my old self for a while. To enjoy a meal without being worried about spit up (which my son literally just spit up all over me) and to talk to grown ups about something other than my baby. I’m not gonna lie I was kind of at a loss at the beginning of the evening but I was able to slip back into my old self again. I know its in there its just dominated by the mom self as it rightfully should be at this stage in our lives.
In random other news, I am fitting back into pre-pregnancy jeans-yeah!!! I’ve been singing from the rooftops ever since Saturday when I made this great revelation!