Yesterday Mike and I had our pre-admissions appointment at the hospital and then went out to dinner. We went to Kobe, one of our favorites.
As we were sitting and waiting for our soup, Mike mentioned that it's strange to think that this might be the last nice dinner out we have as a couple, without worrying about how to accommodate a baby. Strange.
I have a feeling that I'm going to start looking at a lot of things as a series of "lasts" in the coming month. The last date with my husband...the last lazy Saturday/Sunday as a couple...the last night out with the girls...the last baby-free trip to the grocery store...the last chance to take a long bath and totally pamper myself...the last time I feel my baby kick from inside me...it's so bittersweet.
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