mom & dad go on a date

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September 6, 2012 by Heather

A couple of weeks ago a friend sent me a facebook message asking if she and her husband could watch Parker one night so Andrew and I could go out on a date.  Isn’t that nice?  So this past Saturday night, we took them up on their offer.

Before I had a child, I remember thinking that it couldn’t be that difficult to go on a date when you become parents.  Other people and movies and tv shows made it out to be stressful.  Get a babysitter and go out – what’s the big deal?  Well, now I get it a little bit.  Especially if you’re breastfeeding, you have like a 3-4 hour window of time to get to the date, go on the date, and get home to either feed your baby or pump it up.  And when you live 30 minutes away from anything date-ish, well, then you only have a couple hours to get your date on.  Not to mention that you can think of a hundred other, more practical ways to spend fifty bucks.  Diapers, hospital bills, groceries, student loans, gas.

Then there’s the whole “mommy guilt” that comes into play.  As soon as we got in the car after dropping Parker off, I told Andrew I missed him.  What??  How does that even happen?  I had been looking forward to alone time all day long!  Also, you have to start getting ready for the date like three hours before you are planning to leave, just to make sure you are ready on time and that everyone else is too.  Plus, you have to factor in a 30 minute feeding right before you leave so that your boobies have optimal date-time emptiness.  You don’t want to leak all over your entree.

If you are giant nerds like we are, you will both secretly spend the day thinking of “conversation topics” to discuss at dinner.  Listen, when you haven’t been totally alone with each other in almost 4 months, you want to be prepared.  We laughed pretty hard when we realized we had both done the same thing.

Honestly, it kind of felt a little bit like a first date.  Giggly, flirty, a bit awkward at times.  We were a little rusty with the whole date thing.  I can’t tell you how many times I thought, “Oh yeah, we’re married.  And, oh yeah, we have a baby.  Huh??  What???”

All that to say – we had a lot of fun.  It was worth the planning and the pumping and the fifty bucks and the spanx I had to wear to fit into my maternity  skinny jeans.  Don’t even get me started on that last one.

I hope he calls me…  What if he thinks I’m “easy” because I let him give me a goodnight kiss?  I really hope he didn’t see my spanx sticking out the top of my stretchy-top mom jeans when I bent over to get my bowling ball.  I wonder if he noticed that I was purposely leaning over the hand-dryer thing by the bowling balls so my hair would blow and I’d look like a supermodel?  He sure did smell good.  I hope he calls me.  AW + HW = tru luv 4eva


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