Alcohol, boobs, and you!

This last weekend was almost a gift.  It was the weekend of going out!  Friday night we visited one of my closest friend's mother who is giving it her all in her fight against cancer.  Her attitude as we were visiting was the most positive I've seen in anyone in such a long time.  I truly commend her for mustering up all of her strength for having us as visitors.  She's definitely an inspiration to anyone who maybe battling a sickness.  After seeing her, I don't want to see anyone complain with so much as a paper cut. 

After our visit, us girls decided we needed to have a girls night out at the bar.  So, along with our spouses we trekked along to the bar.  How do you have a girls night out when your husband is there?  You simply tell the boys to go to the opposite end of the bar; in earshot means they're too close.  And that's just what we did.  It was so nice to hang out with the girls.  And, I shared a milestone with them.  For the first time in 10 months, I had my first beer!  It tasted like it was sent from heaven!   Once that golden liquid started flowing from the bottle to my mouth it was as if I entered a world of euphoria.  Not only did I get to have my first beer in 10 months, I had my first buzz in 10 months.  It's surprising that after not drinking for so long that one beer can make a person a little heady.  But I did the responsible thing and also ordered a glass of water with the beer, and I drank them over the course of an hour.  Can't be all drunk and then go home to care for my newborn.  I'm sure the state would come after me if I did that.

Saturday we were supposed to hang out with pal Jacie and her hus Brandon, but due to unforseen circumstances, they were un able to make it.  I told her I understood, and then deleted her from my friends list on Facebook......Just kidding.  Jacie became an aunt this past weekend and I told her that she most definitely needed to be with her family and we would reschedule our dinner.  Best wishes to your family dear friend! :)

Seeing as how we already had a babysitter, Heath and I decided to make a night of it anyway by having a date night.  Our plan was to go to Olive Garden, however the wait for two people was 55 minutes.  It was ridiculous.  So we said screw that, and went to Grisanti's instead where the wait time was 20 minutes.  No one stands between me and food.  I decised that since we were on a date that I shouldn't hold back on the beverages so I ordered an Italian Monk.  It's basically an alcoholic milk shake.

Now, the only downside to drinking booze is that I can't nurse Payton on demand.  Which is a good thing I suppose now that I think about it since I don't need my nearly month old daughter drunk.  Friday night I made sure to do the ever so popular "pump and dump" method.  Saturday I failed to folllow through with this method, and for those of you women who haven't been blessed to experience the joy of milkful boobies, don't make this mistake.  Your boobs feel like they're full of rocks.  And apparently if you don't express your milk for hours on end they leak.....a lot.....through boob pads.....while you're sleeping.....especially when you hear your baby crying.  I woke up early Sunday morning to a milk soaked shirt.  Since I still hadn't pumped after my awesome drink at Grisanti's I promptly handed Pays off to Heath so I could go pump.  Relief was not spelled R-O-L-A-I-D-S that day, but spelled P-U-M-P.  Nonetheless, it felt great to get out of the house, and not to just get out to get groceries.  I would like to send a HUGE thank you to my in-laws for watching Pays this weekend so we could enjoy ourselves.