Friday, February 19, 2010

31w1d: A Hot Date

Ok, so our date wasn't hot the same way it was back when we were dating.  We didn't have cocktails and then finish off a bottle of wine, I didn't wear sexy lingerie, and we didn't go home and jump into bed.  But, we had a lovely evening!  First we went by our neighbors' house to say hello.  They just had their kitchen renovated and I wanted to ooh and ahh over it.  We were supposed to go over to dinner there in December after it was finished, but instead I got put on bedrest, so this was my first chance to see it.  Then we went out to dinner at a small place nearby.  It is called Gemelli, and we liked our dinners.  I had pork belly to start, and Eric had a butternut squash soup.  Then for our main courses, Eric had pappardelle with lamb ragu and I had scallops with risotto.  We skipped dessert.  I would definitely go back again.

On our way home we went by my parents' house and my mom took some pictures of us.  I am angled funny in the picture of us because I was trying to show off my belly but it really looks like I don't like Eric, which isn't the case.  He is, as usual, his handsome self.

At dinner, Eric and I talked a little about my "Type A" personality.  Now, for a long time I would have said that I absolutely wasn't Type A.  I can name a number of people more uptight than I am.  But, the truth of it is, I really like things the way I like them, I like to be in control, and I am only satisfied if things turn out the way I planned.  I came to terms with my Type A-ness, and over time I was able to let go of some things (for example, it used to be that I wouldn't ask people to bring any food over for dinner parties because I didn't think it would be "good enough" for me. Now I just accept the help and figure we'll eat the food no matter what it is).

Being on bedrest has really made me relinquish a great deal of control.  I told Eric that now I think I'm Type A-.  There is no way I can do everything, and I have accepted many offers of help in the past couple of months.  I also think this is good, because I have heard from already-mommies to accept all offers of help once the babies get here, and if I had been able to take care of myself up until this point, I would have a hard time accepting that help.  Now I am already broken down, and ready to accept any and all help after the babies are born!  I just hope we haven't worn out everyone's goodwill!

Here is a picture of me from last night looking like my old self (but bigger).  It felt so good to get dressed and see myself looking like me in the mirror.  Of course, my dad said, "You are looking more heavily pregnant," last night, and we all yelled at him.  I told him never use the words "fat" and "heavy" around a pregnant woman.  Eric said, "I don't know how you ever got married!" to my dad.  He is not very smooth.  But, yes, the belly is growing.  The boys inside of it better be growing along with it!

1 comment:

  1. Yes, the good old Fiekowsky smoothies...Peter and Nick are very much alike, and in Peter's case, a good hubby after a little training :-). As a confirmed Type A, I'm glad to hear you've relented about the accepting help will be a godsend after the babies get here. BTW, one of my friend's daughter just had her baby - after multiple ultrasounds, including 3-D, the 'girl' they were expecting turned out to be a boy! This is why I always do unisex shower gifts :-)