On Saturday, Chris and I decided to do something totally daring and unusual. We went out to dinner.
I? Actually showered and did my hair. I plucked my eyebrows. (Now people, we're all friends here, right? You could have mentioned my eyebrows. It was a little frightening.) I put on actual makeup. I dressed Mia in her cute pink flowered outfit with Winnie the Pooh on the leg and dressed myself in my only nice skirt that fits over my pregnancy-expanded ass. Then I changed both of us after Mia produced a particularly impressive amount of spit-up as we were heading out the door. It was a big moment.
We dropped Mia off with my parents, who were so thrilled to be babysitting they could barely speak, and headed off to our favorite Indian restaurant where we ate too much, as always, and talked mostly about Mia. But it was an intelligent conversation about Mia, not our usual discussions of what her poop looks like and how long she has napped. (Have I mentioned that I am extremely anal-retentive and therefore am still keeping a nursing and diaper log? I plan to save it and show it to the first inappropriate boyfriend Mia brings home as a teenager.)
All in all, we managed to stay away from the baby for about 90 minutes and I only called my parents once to check on her. I missed her terribly, but it was very nice to have some time alone with Chris. I know our relationship will never be quite the same as it was before the baby, but so far I like the way we are changing.
On another note, Mia was a dream today. She took an actual nap and was in bed for (I hope) the night at 8:30. Thank you to everyone who left such nice comments on my last post, it was much appreciated. If you were here, we would totally make out all the time. Or at least when Mia was napping.