Girls night out... "9pm. Wear heels."

(In lieu of the Friday question, I thought I would share my first girls night out since... Well, getting knocked up!)

It was all spontaneous really, my sister in-law called me early in the day and said, "I'll be there at 9pm, pump a bottle and wear heels." I said, "No! I cannot just run out spur of the moment, I am a nursing mother!"  She said, "Nine. Wear heels."

My friends, I was sitting on the curb at 9pm, in high heels, applying lip gloss, gitty with excitement!  I actually didn't give a crap where we were going, or what we were doing, I was on the curb, in heels.  Hell yeah!

She picked me up and said, "Where do you want to go?"  I have to admit, I was bummed at first, I thought she had big plans for us. She told me that it was my night, all about me, and we should go where ever I wanted. I gave her my pick and off we went. I was stoked that I was about to have an adult beverage, and not on my couch... with FTD!  Again, HELL YEAH!

When we arrived at my favorite bar, we picked a table in the corner and were instantly getting the once over by the guys. I was not at all surprised, my big nursing boobies are bigger than the kegs their beers were being poured from.  It took all of 4 minutes before the first brave soul staggered to our table.  It took 4 seconds to get rid of him.

I could go on about our night, my massive boy getting spotlights and the tasty Blue Moons, but I will spare you... I will however talk about HOW FREAKING AWESOME IT WAS!

It was so freaking awesome.

I got out. I was me for a few hours.  I talked to grown ups. I danced a little in my heels.  I smiled and laughed so much my cheeks hurt.  I am so sorry it took me 8-months to get out and be ME, not mommy.  I was even home by midnight, which was perfect for me.

I cannot recommend enough that you do it too. It was so nice to get out.  Call your girlfriend, tell her "9pm and wear heels," and go do the damn thing!

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Mrs. Loquacious said...

So glad you got out (and you got checked out too! Flattering - though also sort of icky depending on who checked you out) ;)

I haven't had the pleasure of a night on the town yet but I did get to go to Bible study without the baby on Wed night (thanks to Hubbs) and I felt so free and so much more like myself - it was incredible!

Unknown said...

Awesome girl! I have GOT to do the same :)

Gail said...

I will say kudos to you girl! Wearing shoes and having your feet swell because your wearing heels and dancing and not because your retaining water. Now you comprehend my nights at Pink Door. A conversation not interrupted, getting to laugh, getting to dance, and not being on full time mommy duty. It does wonders for the soul and mind. You have to refill your cup or in my case bucket. With four and one on the way, that time is even more limited but you still have to make it or you'll go crazy. Ok. I'm crazy but not insane, yet. Just don't forget about your big man too! We literally take a 15 min. drive a day just to have our own connection. (that sounds pretty sad huh?) Fortunately he is more of a home bound man but I try to let him have an hour or if I'm feeling generous two, to just do whatever he wants. Personal time is essential to maintaining. In my case now it usually means getting a shower or a nap or just hiding in a corner,lol. When I pop this one out and can fit into something other than sweats and flip flops I will be getting my heels on to join you so we can catch up and dance. =)

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

Luckily none of the guys were icky... Just mid-twenty... I felt old. But not quite cougar so all good!!

I know what you mean by going out and feeling free. It's the leaving the house without a baby on my hip that did it for me.

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

If I make it down south befor that happens... It's me and you!

FirstTimeMomandDad.com said...

WOW! It really puts it all into perspective now that i am a mommw. But looking back.. you were so far from momma when we went out, you were full of energy and life and beyond awesome! I now have the bar set!

I absolutely cannot wait for you to get the heels on and go out! I'm holding you to it. Plus, I have a pile of pencils from around the world for you! xx

Things That Happen Everyday said...

I remember the first time I went out after my son was born. He was about 10 months old at the time. When I was getting ready I was so excited and than when I had to leave I really started feeling guilty about leaving him. My husband tried to convince me that it was ok that I went, that it didn't mean that I was a bad mom but at that moment I just felt real shitty for leaving my baby. Once I got out and saw all my friends and they had left their babies at home also and were telling me that it was ok to go out without my son I started to relax a bit. I have to tell you that I had a WONDERFUL time. Just to have a couple of hours without the baby talk, baby food, dirty diapers and real adult conversation made be feel really good. I felt rejuvenated and ready to go back to the baby talk, baby food and dirty diapers. I think all new moms need to go out once in a while. We need just "me" time.

that suburban momma said...

Yay! So glad you got to have a fun girls night out! You totally deserve it! I'll have to remember that, "9pm and wear heels". LOVE IT!

Sarah said...

That is AMAZING! I need to do that. My feet are aching for some heels ;). Seriously, getting all dressed up and feeling like PERSON is soooooooooo important!!!!