I spent extra long getting ready for our date. I even used my good smelling shampoo for the special occasion. Getting ready these days is tricky...I feel like myself until I look in the mirror and am shocked at the reflection every time. Is that really my belly? Is my face really that round? But oh the volume and thickness of my hair...I'm in love. That can definitely stay.
We headed to a local Italian restaurant to celebrate. In a way I'm a little glad our baby didn't come on her due date...then we'd have to share our special day. Now we can still selfishly have a day that is just about us.
Martin was very gentleman-like and opened the car door for me (although he always does) and even scooted the table out of the way so me and my belly could squeeze into the booth.
Trying to choose something for Martin that has no gluten in it was a bit challenging and even though I should have done the same, I couldn't help myself and ordered the Fettucini Alfredo.
I decided the onions on Martin's salad should join his croutons he can't eat. He then pointed out that my entire plate of spaghetti should be on the "no no plate" as well...touche :)
And because it's not a celebration without a piece of chocolate cake the size of your head...I enjoyed my third of the cake while Martin observed and smiled. He didn't even tell me my cake should be on the "no no plate" because he knows that it's my favorite. That right there tells me he's a keeper :)