Celebration

I was quite the social butterfly this weekend.  On Friday night I met Tato at a bar down the street from my house- the first time I've been in a bar in months.  I never thought there would come a day where I would be grateful for Philly's indoor smoking ban, but it allowed me to sit comfortably and sip a non-alcoholic beverage while I hung out with my girl.  Highlight of the night - talking to some guy who asked me if I knew who the father of my baby was.  And I thought that strangers asking me if I planned to breastfeed was offensive! 

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!)

It's funny- usually the little ones ignore me, but that has changed recently.  Maybe they can tell that I'm pregnant- or maybe its just because I always have food now.  Either way, one of them toddled up to me, sat on my lap and helped me finish my bowl of my uncle's famous 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?"