Date night

Yesterday we adventured to the "Fast Track" Prepared Childbirth class.  I'm still processing a lot of the information, and I'm sure I'll talk about all of that later when I've better sorted out my thoughts and opinions, but for the past 24 hours (probably more) I've been consumed thinking about and trying to research things.  It's what I do.  I'm on or I'm obsessive!

For now, however, I am going to focus Friday's lovely "date night."

Although he did not have a gig scheduled, Hubs got a call around 1pm asking him if he could come play a networking event from 3 - 5 that day.  Because we didn't have any official plans that would be disrupted by this, and shoot, bring on the unexpected money, he went off to play.  Things were rocking so much they paid him to play an extra 45min.  woot, woot.

However by the time he was all packed up I was famished.  Since we have a small mountain of gift cards from various occasions (one dating back to 2006 ... don't worry I checked that it doesn't depreciate!) I sorted through them and chose the Chili's/ Macaroni Grill/ Maggiano's/ On the Border to spend: thanks aunt julie!  Hubs came and picked me up and off we went to indulge in ginger root cream soda, marsala cream sauces, and enough bread and olive oil to hold you over for a month!

This is from my sister's b-day dinner, but I don't have one of us from Friday.

Amazing (but heavy) Ginger Root Cream Soda

It was a really great time for us to talk about becoming parents.  We talked about how we were raised, our impressions of our parents, what we hoped to emulate in our parenting.  We are both so very blessed to have parents that are still together and still love each other; to be raised in homes where we always knew that we were loved and felt valued.  It really is such a gift.  We also talked about our fears.  We laughed at ridiculous things our parent's did:

My mom once let me spend the night at a friend's house hours after my dad had "grounded" me.  She exclaimed, "I just don't understand what grounding is!"  In her defense my father never explained his terms of what grounding meant, but even as an 8 year old I knew I shouldn't be allowed to go spend the night somewhere.

Thinking back I don't ever remembering a grounding that stuck: my dad would cast the punishment, and then leave (both parents were shift workers, so more often than not (from my memory), it was usually just one parent home).  My mom would be more than happy for us to keep ourselves entertained with our friends and so the grounding would end.  Oddly enough my sister and I were/are total rule followers and both have a healthy respect (and fear) of authority.  Even though in the home my sister was often defiant and outside the home I often got detention or warnings for talking too much!

Anyway, we ended our date night with Tutti Fruiti frozen yogurt, and headed home to our puppy love, Dancer.

Yesterday was exhausting.  It had emotional ups and downs from, "oh my gosh, I'm so in love with you and I'm so excited about bringing a child into the world with you." to "if you make that smirk or crack a joke like that in Labor & Delivery I'll take your life."  Funny thing, this being pregnant!