You know you don't get out much when....

time at the hospital for labor and delivery of your baby feels like a genuine-grade-A romantic date. All those hours Bob and I had 'alone'...good quality date time.
We chatted, we joked, we laughed, we watched movies and tv...tv that did not involve cartoon characters or singing...we ate food together...food that we did not prepare...in dishes we would not have to wash...in a room we would not need to sweep up...we cuddled the baby and stared at her sweet face for as long as we wanted...we marveled at the fact that we have 5 kids and how strange that is since we are in our early twenties...no one had to stand in the corner due to bad behavior...I complained about how much I despise hospitals and told him if I ever get sick to drive me straight to the morgue...he told me I was a lunatic...it was romantic I tell you. Almost makes me want to have a few more kids....Funny.