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First Date

Our first real date after having Aaron was to see Fantastic Beasts in the theater. While we'd gone on a mall date before that, that was still in the thick of my PPA and I hadn't truly bonded with Aaron yet so it wasn't as hard to leave. This time, I missed my little baby before I'd even left him with his grandparents. Somehow we were able to leave though and headed towards the movies.

It was so weird to drive without the carseat in the car, to leave without picking it up, to go to the bathroom to myself, and just walk wherever I wanted to. The last time I was at the movie theater I was super pregnant and could barely make my way to my seat and had to calculate the best times to pee. This time I was free!

I saw a poster with two of my favorite dudes on it-- Lin Manuel Miranda and Colin Firth. (I haven't seen Mary Poppins yet, but I'm so worried that Colin Firth is a bad guy.)
 
We cuddled and watched the movie. There were so many bad reviews for it but we really enjoyed it. It was something to think about besides diapers and feeding schedules, and it was fun to speculate on where the story is going.

The one bad thing was that there was a scene with a dead baby in it. That was not something I wanted to see on my first date without my baby.
Overall we had a good time though and stopped to get a peppermint milkshake on the way back. Aaron was good for his grandparents while we were out and it was a good, yet weird time. It's so weird to me how fast we went from going out on our own all the time to it being a completely weird experience to be alone just the two of us. I'm hoping that going out will get easier and won't be as weird in the future.

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