When I shared the news with family and friends that we were expecting our first baby, it was received with excitement and well wishes. But as I grew bigger and the due date loomed closer, some people seemed eager to remind me that the luxuries I enjoyed in my everyday life were about to come to an end. Travel would change. Sleep would become intermittent. And eating out? Well, that would become impossible.
The first time we took our baby to a restaurant, I was terrified. She was 3 months old and we had flown to Savannah, Georgia, to visit some friends. They took us to a delicious, upscale seafood restaurant with a beautiful view of the river. June had been lulled to sleep in her carseat on the way over, and she stayed asleep as we were seated at our table. It was long enough to lure me into a false sense of security.
