Dining out

Today (today, today, today)... I am the luckiest woman on the face of the earth.

OK, so I'm not Lou Gehrig, and I am not being honored at Yankee Stadium, but it's pretty damn close.

This evening, I left my house and went out to dinner like a normal person. I got showered, dressed up, walked out the door, got in the car and went to Fogo de Chao downtown.

I did not stuff my face with an all-you-can-eat smorgasboard of meats, I instead carbed it out with the salad bar, mashed potatoes and polenta. Oh and the 17 cheese poufs I devoured.

I had lovely conversation with my husband, sister-in-law, her boyfriend and his freind. I drank non-alcoholic drinkie-drinks and reveled in seeing all the peopl -- people I had not been looking at for the last 11 weeks.

I then got in the car and went home and back to bed. The world continued spinning on its axis and I don't think any animals were harmed in the filming of this event.

It was so fun and I was so excited to just be out in public for the first time. Literally, the last time I was in a restaurant was 11 weeks ago today, when I had a coffee "date" with my friend Dave before the fateful ultrasound.

Of course, now that I have done this, I want to do more more MORE. Now I want to go out every day. But really, it's only three weeks until I get regular outings anyway, so this should tide me over.

That is, until my pedicure on Sunday. But then, for real. Back in bed for three weeks. I swear. Until Christmas, when I am going to my sister-in-laws for dinner. Then I promise.