In the beginning it was hard to leave her. Granted it's only happened once and it was the second week of her being home. I think I'm becoming a little more at ease with the thought of getting a babysitter. Maybe it's the idea of having adult interaction. Or maybe it's the thought of having enough breastmilk saved up that I can have a beer for the first time in 10 months. I hope it's not as hard as it was the first time. The first time consisted of Heath and I going to dinner, with me saying about five words the whole time, and Heath trying to perk me up after I broke into tears on the car ride home. I felt so bad for him. The poor man tried to have dinner out with his wife and I made it less than desireable. But after changing 200-something diapers already, getting up twice a night everynight to feed Pays as well as feeding her every 2.5 hours during the day, I'm a little more up for it. I just wish I could leave the house during the day to run errands. We still have another month before Pays can go out in public, stupid cold & flu season. That little girl is the light of my life though. I just wish she would sleep longer between feedings. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.
What has prompted this barrage of half-assed excitement to leave the house you ask? On Saturday Heath and I are meeting up with an old friend of mine from high school and her hus in Lincoln. I'm pretty excited about it. To save both her and I embarassment, and because I couldn't find any other pictures that were older, this is probably the last documented picture of her and I together. And since it's dated in 2006, that means it's been entirely too long. Here we are......dressed to go to a rave. We liked to think we were high rollers.
Can't wait to see you Saturday Jacie!
