When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately thought back to the week my son was possibly conceived and I nearly fainted. I had received an offer for a new position and I celebrated….boy did we celebrate, 1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila…!! I was hesitant to inform my doctor about it because I did not want to be perceived as a bad mom but truthfully I didn’t know I was withchild. She assured me that I should be fine as long as it ends now! Whew!!
Fast forward 8 months and I miss my wine, that sweet chocolate Merlot my absolute favorite and Brandy wine. I first tasted this Brandy wine at the San Sebastián Winery in St. Augustine, FL. Ask for Simon, cutie ladies!!
That was my way to unwind from the day and get in the mode to prepare for the next. Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t an everyday experience, but some days called for it more than others. Now I find myself staring, glaring and envious when I see my girlfriends or strangers partake in this activity. Its pretty funny when you’re the only sober person at social gatherings– is that what we look like.
I mean even the sight of my boyfriend, yes boyfriend not husband yet, another post, chugging down an ice cold beer makes me drool at the mouth. I never thought I would miss it so much.
Some of my friends have told me that they began to drink moderately–a half glass of wine, during their third trimester but I am adamant about any consumption of alcohol during this pregnancy whatsoever. The CDC strongly suggest that there is no minimal amount of alcohol that will not have any harmful effects during pregnancy or if any at all is considered safe. So it looks like two more months, who am I kidding almost another year because I plan to breastfeed. Virgin daiquiris it is!!
—the opinions expressed on Brown Babies -n- Heels are exactly that, my two cents!!