I know. A little late, right? The night before Hadassah came, Chris & I went out for the evening. He snapped a few photos of my threads, and I’m gonna write about it! Even if that means the baby pictured is now earthside, nursing as I type.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I found that I couldn’t eat a real meal after about 5pm. I ended up feeling full and miserable into the wee hours of the morning, which affected my already-troubled sleep. So instead, I’d eat a big lunch and then snack all afternoon and evening. I usually took a granola bar to bed (I know) and woke up feeling much better.
So when Chris asked me if he could take me on one last date night before this baby came, I got a little nervous. When he suggested our favorite sushi spot, I got even more nervous. I didn’t want to waste the gas and the money and the babysitter on an evening spent staring at him gorging on yummy things while I picked at a cucumber salad.
We made it work, though! We ate early and then walked it all off running a few errands, one of which included a stop at the Aveda store. I indulged in travel-sized bottles of all of my favorite products, for my hospital stay. In fact, I had my bag’s contents all laid out to photograph for another post when I went into labor, but one after-the-fact post is enough… right?
So date night was wonderful. I wore heels (okay, wedges) and rode in the Suburban’s new jump seat (rollin’ eight deep now, y’all) and finished my entire meal and fell a little more in love with the sweet man I get to call my husband. And little did I know, my daughter would be in my arms less than twenty-four hours later.