Not drinking
I always thought that my biggest ‘fear’ of getting pregnant would be ‘how earth could I go 9 months (which is actual 10, they lie to you) without drinking?’ And more importantly, why would I want to? Turns out, it was a non-issue. I barely thought about it for a minute.
When I found out Baby K was Baby K, we had just a month away before two huge weddings in Mexico and Puerto Rico. A wedding without a drink? Come on, Mexico without a drink? Turns out, it was still an absolute blast, with days on the beach, and nights partying it up so much people thought I was drunk!
Two weekends ago, was my best friend’s bachelorette weekend. I had planned it and although I probably shouldn’t have been flying cross country, there was no way I was going to miss this bash. Like any other bachelorette weekend, there was (a LOT of) drinking. I put out the cheese/cracker/fruit plate and sipped my water while we munched on it. Was the absence of wine apparent? Maybe, but not really. We went to bars…all the bars I used to go to in Saratoga when I was in my early 20s. I bar hopped. I looked at girls that resembled me 7-8 years ago. Girls who probably were talking shit about the pregnant girl at the bar. I spent 2 totally fun nights with a group of girls I love, bonded with them, at least sang along to the dance party, and stayed up just as late as them both nights. And the best part is I didn’t wake up with a hangover either morning.
Perspective is such a crazy thing. I would have never thought that I’d be the girl without a drink. I actually never thought I’d be the first one to have a kid either. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d ever find anyone I wanted to marry, let alone have that same person want to marry me. It is unreal for me to look back at how I was, and how I thought, and then think now. I’m me, but I’m so very very different.
