Theo is eleven months old today. This means I was eight months pregnant this time last year, full of anxiety over what was going to happen in the last few weeks. So glad that's all over with and I can be in the moment this year! I wrote a bit in my private journal today which I hadn't touched since March 11 of last year. To catch up, I started today's entry with "the day after the last entry I went into labor. Baby was born on the 13th and everything has been fine since." Way to sum up a year, huh?
I saw The Love Interest at this monthly meeting we attend last night. We chatted about his getting used to the new neighborhood. As we were all saying goodbye I took a deep breath and said, "what are you up to next week?" And he said, "having lunch with you!" So I said I'd text him, and some jokes were passed around that he would show up at my house and I'd ask him to babysit my kids while I went to lunch with someone else (apparently he's the go-to babysitter in our group of friends). Oh, if they only knew (rubs hands together with glee). So maybe next week I'll go on an actual "date" (at least in my mind).