On Saturday night we decided to go out to celebrate officially getting through the first trimester. Tim was going to take me to Amada, one of my favorite restaurants, but since I can't have sangria and have now embraced the concept the stuffing my face, I requested The Melting Pot. I was so excited to get dressed up and go out on a proper date- and Tim knew it. He made arrangements with the restaurant that there be a card and a bouquet of roses waiting at our table for me. Someday (after I birth his child and lose a bunch of weight) I am going to marry this man. It was such a happy night. I was going to wait until Sunday morning, but after that I couldn't resist giving him his Easter basket as soon as we got home.
The next day, of course, was Easter- a veritable marathon of family events. Delco, Chadds Ford, Jennersville- and back to Delco again before finally getting home to the city. My belly got felt up by a million people and naturally all my Irish cousins made fun of me for getting pregnant. They even made me sit on the sidelines for the "cousins-under-20 vs. old heads" wiffle ball game.
|(I like bean soup!)|
To top off an all-around great weekend, Gobblesmom came downtown to have dinner with me last night. Thanks momma! Here's to getting out and about!
How about some stats?
How far along: 14 weeks?
Symptoms: Ravenous hunger
New low: Sitting at my desk at work with my bra unhooked
Clueless about pop culture dad moment: "How about Bella for a girl?"
Milestones: First maternity clothes purchased; bye-bye belly button ring.
Biggest dose of reality so far: My father asking me, "So, what does this pregnancy mean for your novel?"