after a completely failed attempt at celebrating the actual full term day on wednesday (work too busy for a fancy lunch break, dinner was a disaster cloaked in too much walking, humidity and tears), we had a successful celebratory dinner at Oyamel in Penn Quarter on thursday night.
At a sweet intimate table (read: small, cramped table in the corner) we shared the guacamole (best I've ever had, ever), fresh tortilla chips, and ordered a ton of small plates. BBQ pork tacos, cactus leaf salad, brussel sprouts with pepitas and lime, and other crazy good food. Oyamel also makes fresh juegos every day for us teetotalers. I had the blackberry fresca and I can say with a clean conscience that it was ridiculously refreshing and tasty.
We wanted to celebrate baby, but also we wanted to celebrate us. We've come a long way in 18 months of marriage, and an even longer way in the last 9 months. It takes a lot of courage to bring pregnancy into a new marriage, and we had no idea how much it would change us and test our relationship - ultimately making it stronger. I can only imagine the difference it will make to have the actual tiny baby in our arms and those 2am, 4am, 6am feedings. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm going to be a mother. But you know what I can wrap my head around? Walking without the urge to waddle, running fast through a field, eating pizza without fear of heartburn, and sleeping on my back as much as I want!
We can't wait to meet you, tiny T. just wait until November when my midwife is back in the country. moms orders.
3 comments:
Oh congrats! Those last few weeks of anticipation are pretty uncomfortable but also so great.
P.s., In my estimation your marriage is about to get even better. There's nothing like childbirth and a newborn to draw out the incredible love of a new daddy/husband.
Congratulations! Sorry for probably instilling a paranoia into you for early babies.
yes, i do partially blame you, as well as my other friend laura (lars). i was pretty sure i would have an early baby.
maybe i only need to be afraid if my name is laura?
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