Mike and I had our first date on Saturday night! It was 9 weeks since our 'final date' when I was 40 weeks pregnant and it felt amazing to be out together especially after our week of being at each other's throats (which I talked about in Baby Blues - Mike has since been dubbed the man child because of his tantrum over not being allowed to go to the football!). We got Reuben settled at my mum and dad's house, got ready (that was a trauma in itself, what the freak do I wear? Maternity clothes don't really work and everything else is too small - not conducive to feeling romantic and attractive, let me tell you!) and then headed out for our 9 o'clock reservation (a full 1 hour past my bed time!).
It was weird to be out, all I do is think about Reuben (he needs a feed, please