Ahh. The ever-elusive guilt-free glass of wine. Moms of little ones, you know what I’m talkin’ bout. (Willis.)
Remember when you could have a few glasses of wine at night with no other cares in the world? When will that happen again?!
I’m 25 weeks pregnant right now. I have 15 weeks to go.
In case you needed a reminder, a full-term pregnancy lasts ten months. Not nine. TEN MONTHS.
That’s missing a whole summer of BBQs. Thanksgiving. Christmas. New Year’s Eve. Countless RHONJ episodes and the Reunion. Trips to see WWHL and not getting to have one of the fun cocktails served by the bartenders.
The majority of society will tell you to abstain completely from alcohol. Never mind that a growing body of research and a bunch of doctors (including my own) say that 1-2 glasses of wine a week is perfectly acceptable for a pregnant lady. There’s still a huge stigma for a pregnant woman (in America) to be seen enjoying a glass of Sauvignon blanc.
So, okay. That’s fine. I’ll have my glass of Kim Crawford at home on a Saturday night with only my husband as witness.
But still! The guilt! Even though my doctor said it’s okay and no harm will come to the baby. I can’t even enjoy the damn glass of wine because I keep thinking of all the people who sneer and judge, as if they are more trained to make a medical decision than my own obstetrician.
So there we go– the glass of wine when you’re pregnant is riddled with guilt.
I guess I’ll just wait until after the baby’s born to have my guilt-free glass of wine.
But wait– I’m going to breastfeed. What if the the wine gets into the milk? Is the baby going to get drunk? (Maybe he will sleep better?)
THE GLASS OF WINE STILL ISN’T GUILT-FREE. WHEN DO WE GET TO DRINK WINE WITHOUT GUILT?!
Perhaps when I’m done breastfeeding it will be relaxing to split a nice bottle of Merlot with my husband while we watch a movie. But ugh, what if one of the kids gets up in the night?
And then you have to get up so early in the morning!
It’s certainly not like the good ol’ days in my twenties where I could party until 2:00 AM and then sleep til 11:00. My current version of “sleeping in” is anything past 7:00 AM.
Having a red wine hangover while trying to entertain children is one of the most painful ways to spend a morning. Try it. I dare you.
So while the wine you drink when you have young kids may not be guilt-ridden, it still has strings attached.
I’m hopeful that as the kids get old enough to get up on their own, make breakfast, and put the TV on that I, too, will learn how to enjoy my evening wine and not have to worry about being pregnant, breastfeeding, or getting up early after too many cocktails.
Maybe some would say I shouldn’t have had kids if my wine was this important to me. To that I say– hey, I love them both. And I’m determined to find a way for my love of my children and my love of my wine to co-exist…surely that’s possible?