Polly wants a cracker, Mommy wants a cocktail.

So let me set this straight. I won't be having one. Yes, I have heard of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. Yes, I know what it can do to my baby. Yes, I can make it 9 months without drinking. While all of this may be true, it doesn't change the fact that I enjoy having a cocktail, especially after a stressful day at work. These are the days when I find being pregnant to be similar to a 9 month(or 10 month if you get right down to fact) lent.

I feel like I am deprived on those days, of something so gloriously relaxing, that it makes me very sad to think how long I have to go with this incubation period.

I like to drink. I also like to smoke(another reason to lynch me). I actually enjoy doing those things at the same time and sometimes, in excess. The horror. My solace is that, by the holidays, I will be able to indulge in the occasional festive adult beverages again, and also, will have a very limited tolerance for it. I will, in essence, be a cheap date.

I have noticed Mr. W choosing to indulge himself more often than usual right now. I honestly think he is rubbing it in. As I watch him down beers and margaritas with contempt, I remind myself that paybacks are a bitch, and so is mommy.

I must admit that I am getting adapted to this, however, the first month was painful. There was no more going out with the "gang" for beers and no more happy hour. Happy hour is something I think everyone who works should try to enjoy at least a few times per month. I prefer the once a week plan, but have always made a point to at least enjoy that monthly call to the watering hole. I am starting to realize this is an event that mommy will probably rarely, if ever, enjoy again. Good thing I will love this child so much...if anyone else were to take this away from me, I am pretty sure I would hate them for it.

At least I have my coffee.