A few acquaintances and friends have announced recently that they’re pregnant. I always oooh and awww because a new life is always amazing, and babies grow so fast, it’s unbelievable. (Plus, when they grow up, they come out with real gems, Leta’s babbling, Lilly’s “Good idea!”, or me, age 3, singing “Au pays de Candy” while on the potty (not a chance you’ll ever get a hold of THAT clip!)
But when thinking about it… That’s nine months without drinking a drop of booze. Nine months without rare steak, without raw fish (byebye sushi), no recipes containing raw eggs (forget eating cake batter then), no goat’s cheese (granted I think I’m allergic to it, it makes my tummy and skin crawl a couple of hours after I eat it, sure fire!), no brie, no other soft cheeses because they contain a bacteria called Listeria, as I found out from my dear Canadian Domestic Goddess.
The list of things one cannot eat while pregnant goes on forever, but most of all, no wine? No gorgeous cold crisp white wine on a Friday night, when you feel the week lasted a million years and you can’t believe you resisted strangling that coworker at the end of that two hour meeting???
So I raise a glass to all the ladies who have the courage to have babies! Not a streak of motherly urge in this girl, I’ll leave it to the rest of ’em for now!