Walking around with a baby is a distraction, you get a lot of stranger interaction, but I didn't really mind. It was mostly quick comments about how cute or pretty or chubby she was. At most, I'd have to respond with a "Josie, say hi to the lady!" or something. This is a HUGE contrast to Life As Pregnant... which gets to be a kind of hell. For about six weeks towards the end there I seriously avoided going out in public.
I mean with the baby you get: "Look at those cheeks!".
With obvious pregnancy, you get: "Look like someone's expecting! When are you due? Do you know what you're having? You must be excited! Do you have a name picked out? Do you like the name 'Rachel'? I like the name 'Rachel'. You must be hot! Does she kick a lot? Are you nervous? My third cousin's former roommate had a baby she was in labor for eight days and now she has to keep her vagina in a jar on the nightstand..." AHHHH SHUT UUUUUUP!
In fact most everything that's tough about being with a baby can be quickly written off by "well at least I'm not pregnant".
Anyway we got home, and Josie didn't feel like going to sleep until 11:00 or so, maybe she was just spun up from the night. I didn't mind too much though, I felt like we'd just shared a fun friday out together.