In paging through my most recently posted pictures, it occurred to me that perhaps I should explain: the wine I am drinking copious amounts of at my brother-in-law’s 30th birthday is non-alcoholic wine that comes in a wine bottle with a wine label and a wine vintage year and everything, so when you pour it into your wine glass you can almost pretend that you aren’t drinking overpriced white grape juice with a weird aftertaste.
I have had a half-glass or two of fo’ real wine – or possibly, maybe, five? ten? less than one a month! – over the whole course of my pregnancy. I pour them conservatively, I sip them slow, I only have them with food, and boy golly do they taste like nectar from the gods. I have foregone hard liquor, and I’ve only had sips of my husband’s beer, but wine is an indulgence I allowed myself on those particularly long days when it’s a choice between a small glass of sanity or a long walk off a short pier.
i sipped Kenny beer one night cause things taste different…i still don\’t like beer…
*~* :o) if you don’t have a smile to give today… :o) I will give you one of mine… :o) *~*
Is someone giving you grief? Being disapproving? Causing you, my very pretty and tough and tiny (and did I miss anything?) friend, to feel guilty?
If so, well, then, BRITISH POUND them! It\’s your body/pregnancy/life. Harumph.
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Did you just say BRITISH POUND?
hahahahahhahahah – phwoo – don\’t make me laugh hard, it\’s hard enough to breathe as it is.