On Friday morning we had a false alarm that had me in the hospital, all geared up and ready to go. I was sent back home with the reassurance that I would likely be back that night or the next morning to deliver.
Well, it's Wednesday and I'm still chalk-full of baby. So rather than sitting at home and feeling like the human version of a ticking time bomb, I had the hubs take me and our little love out to dinner last night - Italian style.
Something about the warm marinara comfort food and the cozy atmosphere had me feeling much better and more at peace about things. I suppose it will just happen when it's supposed to happen.
Or maybe that was just the glass of chianti speaking that I happily indulged in...
What? I think the Italians would have approved.
Wish me luck!
If you're ever in the Venice Beach area,
try C&O Trattoria for some seriously good Italian food.