Wine Daydreamin'

Take a good look at that picture--especially if you're a good friend of mine, because that's what I expect to see in my hospital room as my first post-partum dinner. I'm not sure if it's normal to daydream quite this much about the things pregnant women have to give up, but I apparently talk about it enough to prompt my co-worker to say, "Bridge, you should write a blog post about it!" So here we are...

Almost every pregnant woman I talk to about the no-booze policy lies through her teeth and says "I really didn't mind it." Maybe it's because no one wants to look like a lushy wino, but I clearly have no shame, so I'll tell the truth. It sucks. The worst are weddings, parties, or other settings where everyone around you is letting loose, and you're the dork in the corner drinking another seltzer. But most of the time, I just miss the old days of having a glass of wine after work at the end of the day to unwind. Even though Arnold Palmers have become my new jam, they don't really cut it as a relaxant.

Another no-no that's really weighing on my last nerve is the no sushi situation. I'm a huge fish lover and eat it at least a couple times a week, and I seriously dream about a singular bite of the best rare ahi tuna dipped in soy sauce. Ironically, the last time I had sushi was the night of conception! Good planning huh?

Besides the obvious--wine, sushi, soft cheeses--there are a ton of beauty products/procedures I've had to give up too. And man, you can tell. I looked at my face this morning as I was brushing my teeth and said out loud, "You need a tune-up." First off, my eyelashes have returned to their original stump length since having to go off Latisse. Without my monthly chemical peels, my complexion has reverted back to a grayish- mother of pearl color. Which matches my new teeth color without the twice weekly Crest White Strips sessions. And finally, the deep ravines on my forehead are slowly returning as a result of my Botox wearing off. Wah to the max on that one.

What have a learned from this lesson in sacrifice? Well, A. I can do it, so that's a plus. But B. I have no intention of this becoming my new way of life. I fully intend on getting right back to all those poisons as soon as this baby comes out. And if you thought I was kidding about that sushi and wine spread, think again...