My last few posts about childbirth and postpartum PTSD left me feeling a little drained and depleted. It’s just… a lot. I have more to say, and I have lots more to think about after therapy this week, but I’ll see how I feel about it in the coming days and write more then.
But TODAY… I am so happy and my body is humming with gratitude. My husband and I finally got to do our favorite thing—go out to eat. (Well, our favorite thing is international travel, but I’ll settle for a trip to a restaurant for now!)
We have been crazily, almost paranoid-level safe during the pandemic. Since he works in healthcare, we have been obsessive about keeping ourselves and his patients as safe as possible. We have taken risks here and there, but basically our lives came to a grinding halt last March.
We both had our second doses of the vaccine three weeks ago, so we finally felt safe enough to dine INSIDE at our favorite little restaurant after almost a year of eating only at home.
It was heavenly. I have missed that grown-up, dimly lit, “us” time with him so much. It’s just not the same to push aside toys and books from the dining table and light candles with take out. We savored every child-free minute of our date night, and I am so, so happy that we got that tiny sliver of normalcy last night.
Day 63.
I Quit: Giving up Bulimia 