Date Night and a Blog Hop

Ryan and I went on a date last night.  Our last before the girls are here! My mom came with us because she insisted on paying, which was awfully generous of her. We had a blast! They have a piano player that just rocks it on the keys and so we played “Name That Band” and “Name That Song” because, why not? I was enjoying my musical snobbery until I thought Stevie Wonder’s “You are the Sunshine of My Life” was “The Girl From Ipanema”. In my defense, without words, they sounded similar with all the uh… restaurant noise and… I still can’t hear out of my right ear so… that has to count for something, right? (Come on… right!?)

I was feeling like a rebel last night because I’m on bed rest and there I was, eating out! I would have had to sit up and eat anyway, so why not go five minutes down the road and sit up there? I know, I know, I’m a bad girl. Never claimed to be anything less! Ha!

We shared fried calamari and peel and eat shrimp for an appetizer, both were fantastic. Then came the salads and the bread, which was also killer. They take fresh baked herbed and salted foccacia and then spread their herbed butter all over the top of it so when it’s served, there are little puddles of butter for your tongue to play in. I was having a foodgasm by the time our entrees arrived.  I ordered the manicotti because I’m so tired of chewing on meat I could gag. As with the rest of the meal, the manicotti was perfect— handmade pasta rolled around ricotta cheese and baked with their homemade marinara sauce. I was expecting the traditional rolls of pasta filled too full of cheese and having to ask for more sauce. This was perfect. I have leftovers that are calling my name. In hindsight, I should have ordered a dessert to go, but I didn’t. They had lemon cake. What kind of pregnant woman doesn’t bring home lemon cake?

It was a relaxing night after that. My mom and Ryan fell asleep about ten minutes after we arrived home, nothing new for Ryan. Sometimes I swear he’s narcoleptic. I wrote my blog and read some other blogs and then I changed my Facebook status to say “We went out to dinner for the last time tonight before we become parents! ♥ We’re so excited to meet our little girls.” and then we went to bed. Ryan and I were reading and all of a sudden, my phone starts ringing. It was midnight, so my heart rate sped up a bit and I immediately wondered what was going on and thought something was horribly wrong. I answered the phone and on the other line was the voice of my cousin:

Jay: “Hey! Are you having babies?”

Me: “Well, yeah. You knew that.”

Jay: “No, I mean are you having the babies?”

Me: “Generally when you’re pregnant, yes the babies do have to come out some time!”

Jay: “NO! I mean are you having the babies tomorrow!?!”

Me: “What!? No! Why!? I guess anything is possible, but no, not that I know of. Who said that?”

And this is where I crack up laughing because this is so our family….

Jay: “Well, Danielle (his fiancee) said she saw on Facebook that you said you had your last date tonight and that you were excited to meet your girls! So we thought you were having your babies tomorrow and no one told us!”

We (the cousins) have this theory that we are always the last to know what’s going on in the family. We’re all very close so it’s sort of like having extra brothers and sisters. It cracks me up because there’s always *someone* who gets left out of the loop, so they get to wear the crown of “Last to Know” until the next time big news spreads almost through the whole family grapevine.

Me: “I promise, if we were in labor, everyone will know. I’ll send a mass text out to everyone so no one gets left out. I’ll even put something on Facebook so no one can say they weren’t told.”

Jay: (relieved) “Oh, good. I was going to be so mad if no one told us.”

And that friends… is SO my family. Maybe I should arrange for some sort of EAS to sound with a national broadcast or a fly over with a banner and my cell phone number just to be sure!

At any rate, after being terrified that something was wrong when I answered the phone, it turns out my family was the one worried about me. How ironic. And heartwarming all at the same time. It’s nice to know that people care.

Does your family do this? Do you have an ongoing war of the “Last to Know”?

On a side note:

I’ve never done a Blog Hop before and it looked like fun, so I thought, why not? This one is hosted by Bloggy Moms. This isn’t really a typical mom blog, obviously. I mean, I’m pregnant and I’ll be a mom of twins very soon, but I say fuck too much and I don’t do crafts. (Because I’m bad at them, not because I don’t want to.) It can’t hurt to have some mom friends though, in case I’m an epic failure at one parenting thing or another. So here goes nothing! If you want to join in, go ahead and click here!

5 Responses to Date Night and a Blog Hop
  1. fojoy
    November 20, 2010 | 10:28 pm

    Do you have to be pregnant to take lemon cake home? Because, if you do, then I am in BIG trouble…

    • Kallay
      November 20, 2010 | 11:36 pm

      No way! I just feel like I failed at pregnant because I didn’t. I mean, really, I should have taken home two! That’s what a good preggo would do!

  2. Krysten
    November 21, 2010 | 10:51 am

    Yay for a date night! When I read that I was like, “Wait… I thought she was on bed rest?” I’m glad you were able to get out!

  3. Mrs.Mayhem
    November 21, 2010 | 5:07 pm

    A date night sounds so fun!

    I was on bedrest for the third trimester. No fun! I’m glad you got out for a while!

  4. foxy
    November 22, 2010 | 3:34 pm

    OMG, my brother and I are constantly having a “last to know” battle. In fact, I was JUST on the phone with my brother (like 10 minutes ago) and he said, “I’ll bet you didn’t know that dad got an 8-point deer last night. It sucks that you’re the last to know.” Whatever. My brother is such a turd.

    And, just recently, my dad had news of being hired by a new company. He called me first and shared the news… and I know this because he specifically said, “I’m calling you first” because I always complain about being left out of the loop on stuff. Well, when I (of course) gloated to my brother about being the first to know, he didn’t believe me and he demanded that we compare call times on our cell phones. It was freaking hilarious. The result? Our call logs said the same exact time for both of our calls from my dad. And our cell phones both seemed to be set to the same time. My dad says that he’s going to conference us in next time. :)

    Everything is a competition in our family, but it keeps it interesting. And funny.

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