This is the post where I admit, (figurative) tail between my legs, that tonight, a week shy of Ava turning five months old, was my first night out post-Ava!
D came to pick A up at 5:15 to bring her home, and then I took off from there to this nifty little place called Alamo Drafthouse, a restaurant and cinema all in one! I went with a couple girlfriends that I walk with on Thursday mornings who are also mommies of little ones under one, and we saw Iron Man 2 (which actually was QUITE awesome considering...). Anyhow, the movie was great. The food was great, considering there was quite possibly one thing only that lacked dairy (even the chicken strips had dairy in the breading!). I, however, was sad. I missed my people.
First off, something about seeing a movie without D makes me realize how long we've been together. I have some obnoxious movie-going habits. I like to ask questions, do my "that person looks like..." observations, and have him fill me in on what happened while I inevitably went to the bathroom one trillion times. You can't exactly do this with your girlfriends, particularly those you don't know well, now can you? As much as the man drives me crazy sometimes, I don't ever want to live without him.
Second, I missed my baby girl. I mean, my heart hurt a little if you want to know the truth.
I clearly misunderstood the purpose of girls night. I have always been under the impression that it was to get away from your family. Now I know the truth - it's to renew your absolute desire to be with them :)