I forgot to post about the funny conversation I overheard at our dinner out for our anniversary. . . after my first drink but before my fork went flying. ;-)
The resaurant we love, Kenny's, has great atmosphere and tables are close together so I easily overheard this newly dating couple talking. They got on the topic of children and how they'll just never do certain things with their children. Ha! The icing on top was when they talked about Christmas and how this was a holiday to remember that it's for adults, too. And how they would have a separate adult time of opening presents and the kids must play elsewhere. Noobs. Christmas is totally about the kids once you start having them. Look at the Hedgpeths. None of us exchange gifts between adults 1. because none of us know what to get each other and 2. it really just doesn't matter at the end of the day because we care that our kids are having a good time.
So, anywho. Yes, my fork went flying. What can I say? I had some strong drinks. Coupled with clam chowder, though, it made for a not so fun evening starting around 3 AM. ::sigh:: Non-pregnant throwing up is the WORST. It's so much more violent and persistant. Pregnant throw up is just a one-time bleh and you're done. Easy. . . (Don't you just love how I've come full circle on this. I complained soooo much when pregnant with Emma. haha).
So, we have not eaten out for six weeks except for my birthday, our anniversary and Adam's day trip to Hamilton. I'm pretty proud of us. We've definitely seen a change in our bank account and I'm glad we're saving the money for more important things than a temporary good feeling of eating out. I'm not saying I don't ever think about it (taco bueno party burrito, sonic cherry limeade, chicken express mashed potatoes, mmmmmm), but when you stop to think about it, eating that greasy something just does not sound as appealing as it once did. It really doesn't. I'm over it for now. I like knowing I don't have nasty processed-ness in me.
Cheers!
