On an uplifting note, our schedules worked out so that my sister was available to watch Jacob, while Rob and I went out to dinner. We left Jacob with his Auntie Jeannie and ventured a full half-hour away, for several hours. That’s farther than we’ve ever gone. Later, over dinner, it somehow slipped that we were both somewhat saddened by the fact that he didn’t seem to mind our departure, yet we were both very pleased that he felt confident enough in his Aunt to enjoy her company and not need us close by all evening. Rob and I had a very relaxing dinner out and even had time to run a few quick errands while we waited the nearly 90 minutes for our table. I was correct though. All throughout dinner our conversation centered on the kids. How’s Jacob doing? Why doesn’t he miss us? What ever are we going to name the baby? What sex is the baby? What about the nursery? You name it, we talked about it!
When we returned home to a sleeping child we were able to light a few candles and turn a bit more romantic until the wee hours of the morning. Somehow we’ve got to figure out how to increase the frequency of these evenings even if they don’t include a dinner out of the house. I really enjoyed being able to spend time with my husband and would like to do so again soon! Our problem is that a second-shift work schedule, combined with a toddler in the house and me being pregnant, just don’t lend themselves to intimacy. I am hopeful that once the aches, pains and exhaustion of pregnancy disappear I’ll be a bit more spontaneous and that I may even be awake at a time when Rob is. All that being said, we’re still planning to take advantage of my parent’s offer to baby sit next weekend and will at the very least enjoy a bit of time out on the town again. This night out was just an added bonus we hadn’t planned for.
Jacob and I have spent the week digging out his outgrown clothes. He was so excited to see that he once fit into something so tiny. We focused on washing everything and putting it away in the baby’s room. Then, we moved on to Mommy’s clothes. Our new house is quite small, so when we moved in several months ago I simply left all of my “normal” clothes packed in boxes. (That’s part of the garage mess.) I didn’t see any sense in packing my closet full of items I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear for over six months. Now it has occurred to me that, with any luck, not only will I need these items soon, but I won’t feel up to unpacking, sorting and putting away piles of clothes for a few weeks after the baby’s arrival. So, we decided to unpack now. Rob hauled all the heavy boxes in from the garage and Jacob and I have spent the week washing and putting away my clothes as well. Those two tasks took more energy than I think I’ve used in months and have left me exhausted. But, we’re making progress. And, I’ve justified it as a necessary part of the garage cleaning that we were supposed to do this week anyway.