Wanting to go out took a little prodding, but that was mostly because I wasn’t sure if I had anything to wear. I didn’t want to wear my frumpy maternity clothes for my big night out and I’m nowhere near fitting back in to my pre-pregnancy digs. I tried shopping for something new so I’d feel a little less insecure about
looking like a water buffalo the 50lbs of baby weight I have to lose, but I didn’t like anything I tried on. Yes, I’m well aware that I just had a baby and need to give myself a break, but in my mind I’m still the sexy size 6, with a hot ass, that I was before I got preggerz. When it comes to getting dressed everyday I’m reminded otherwise. Anything I thought looked like my size was way too small when I tried it on, yet anytime I saw something that looked way too large, fit perfectly. I left the mall empty-handed, but at least I didn’t cry during my search. I definitely don’t miss crying over EVERYTHING. After 45 minutes of trying on my own clothes, I finally managed to pull an outfit together that didn’t make me feel like a sack of potatoes. I tucked round little pads into my bra, incase my titty gravy leaked, and I was out the door!
The night started innocently enough as I joined some ladies for dinner and drinks at The Bar at The Culver Hotel. I had already popped a bottle of champagne at home and was two drinks deep before I arrived. (I’ve decided to wait until after our New Zealand vacay next week before I get really strict with my food choices.) I indulged in a couple of chocotinis. They were absolutely delicious. By the end of dinner momma was feelin’ pretty toasty. It was nice to catch up with friends and I tried my hardest not to spend the whole conversation talking about Autumn but I learned pretty quickly it’s quite impossible NOT to!
After dinner we migrated down to Hermosa Beach to join some ladies from Girls Love Travel who were meeting up for a Taco Tuesday. This is when the night got a little wild. As soon as I walked in and heard the music my body started involuntarily twerking and I was reminded that even though I’m a new momma, I’m still very much myself! I think I was trying to make up for not drinking and dancing the past 10 months. At one point, when I was ordering a drink, some girls started to get sassy with me because I was leaning on one of their chairs. The conversation went something like this:
Rando: You’re on her chair and it’s her birthday…
Me: Well I just had a baby 7 weeks ago. Want to see a picture?
And that was how I began every other conversation the rest of the night. I never thought I would be “that” mom that would talk about her baby to everyone she meets, but the truth is, she’s one of my biggest accomplishments and I’m really effing proud of her! It’s hard not to tell the world! Mind you, this was in between my twerking and jump splits on the dance floor. Balance. The night ended with a high bar tab and my DD driving me through McDonald’s for all-day breakfast. I managed to make it home before 1am and woke up on my couch this morning, covered in two towels, laying next to two hashbrown wrappers and a half-eaten sausage biscuit. I can’t explain the towels because there were usable blankets on the floor next to me. The jello shots could probably explain them if they talked.
I much prefer the cuddles with my sweetie to being at the bar, but it was nice to get out and celebrate being a momma. I was surprised I didn’t have an ounce of guilt about leaving Chicken Nachos with her Daddy. She was totally safe and happy. I almost felt guilty about not feeling guilty and then I realized how ridic that was. While I enjoyed my night about town, I don’t have an urge to party again any time soon. Hangovers and a fussy baby don’t mesh well.