Introvert Awkwardness Strikes Again

UGH!!! My Introvert awkwardness reared its ugly face again over the weekend while at a friends wedding reception. 

Tim and I headed out for what would be our first evening away from the baby. Let's just say Tim was a lot more comfortable with the idea of missing her bed time than I was.  I've held that little peanut of mine every night for the last 7 months, while she falls asleep. I did not want to miss a night (and I didn't, she waited up for momma.)

In a meager attempt to help ease the worry of leaving my peanut, I partook in my first adult beverage since before I was pregnant. We're talking roughly two years since my last mixed drink, beer, shot, or any other means of becoming shnoggled. 

I should point out that  I was never a big drinker. I never went through a party phase like most teenagers do, and I've never blacked out from a hard night of too many fuzzy nipples or sex on the beach mixed drinks.  Just was never my scene. Especially the hugging the toilet part. I hate doing it when I'm legitimately ill so I sure as hell am not going to purposefully put myself on my knees in front of the porcelain throne. 

Anyways, I was a bit tipsy after not even half my mixed drink so by the time we made it to the dinner table, I was chatty Kathy. A little drinky poo and suddenly I feel like being friends with everyone at the table. None of which I knew. The poor women sitting next to me mentioned she worked in the NICU in Kentucky. She asked if we had any children; oh boy. 

Let diarrhea of the mouth commence.

Poor thing just asked a harmless question and probably expected a quick and painless answer. Nope. She got the whole story about our fertility struggle and how Shelby babe is our rainbow baby. 

*FACE PALM* 

I vented about it being my first night away from her and how I was not so secretly hoping she would stay awake until we got home. I  told her about Shelby recent sleep issues and how I wasn't sure I could do fertility treatments again should we decide to try for another baby. I sounded insane. I sounded as though I was talking to a lifelong friend instead of someone I had literally just met and would likely never see again. 

What I should have done was drink several more concoctions in an attempt to not remember how I talked that poor girls ear off, but that would have most certainly landed me in the bathroom. Thankfully, we didn't stay long. Two drinks down the hatch, dinner and we dashed home so Tim could watch the fight and I could snuggle my babe before bed. 

Reflecting back on the conversation I'm pretty positive, at one point, I even told her I was a textbook definition of an Introvert, unless you gave me a drink or two, while I gestured at the chatty Kathy potion sitting in front of me. 

I repeat: UGH!!! 

To the women who sat next to me, if you read this, thank you for being so sweet and I'm so sorry I bagged your ear off!

Sincerely, 
You can dress me up, but you can't take me out.