Momma's a Party Pooper

We went to a wedding last night. It was beautiful. The flowers, the decorations, the food, the band, the open bar... It was great. I bought a new dress, wore heals for the first time in forever. Me and the husband were looking good. My parents had Owen. The night was ours! But I felt so out of place. Like, "why am I here?, I should be home with my baby." I didn't drink much because I felt like that was a waste of breast milk. I even bought those little test strips to test my milk for alcohol. But it just feels like a waste. Feeding Owen feels much more important than a few drinks. I just couldn't shake the feeling, which turned me into the Worlds Lamest Date. The husband and I usually dance like crazy fools all night at stuff like that. But I just couldn't get into it. The 2 drinks I had were making my stomach swim, and my feet were killing me.

I hope it was just because it was our first time out...I don't want to be a party pooper forever. Maybe I just wasn't ready? We have another wedding in late November, maybe I'll be ready to have fun by then.