Why Avoid Alcohol? Baby Steps!
I’ve mentioned a couple times that only this weekend was I able to get my drink and my step on again.
Lot’s of email asking why I couldn’t calm my nerves with the salty whore known as booze during the pregnancy.
No other reason except the fact that I couldn’t keep it down. I couldn’t smoke either. Everything that wasn’t salty broth made my stomach swirl and my knees buckle. Even the most biblical and holy of vices: cupcakes, fucked me up something awful.
(Still not able to cut it, actually. I downed a Stella and a half at a social/work meeting with a boss who has blistering smarts this weekend. I got in the cab and the nausea hit like a fucking anvil. I nearly threw up several times. Then I had to sleep. Could have been nerves. Or my genteel constitution. Either way, baby steps!)
But shit, if you’re prego, expecting to abort, and can handle your liquor I hear that cigarette after drunken, unprotected sex with multiple partners is really as good as it gets.
It’s important to be a role model. Smiley face!