Hey Bartender
Gimme a pineapple juice – on the rocks.
Yep, I’m giving up red wine. Most days I don’t care, but on occasion I do love a glass of Zen of Zin.
I’m also giving up coffee. Watch out. I gave up coffee once before when I was an associate in a law firm (I know, I know, horrible timing). It wasn’t pretty. I gained five pounds in five seconds. I had a headache everyday at 2:00pm. Plus I was grumpy and freezing (lack of hot liquids).
Now I’m giving up these vices to increase my chance of pregnancy.
Why do I have a feeling this is just the first step down a long road?
Meaning, why do I have a feeling I’m going to be sacrificing a bunch of different parts of me if I have kids (my belly, my boobs, my food intake, my career, movie nights with my husband, my preference to spend hours burying myself in a book, etc, etc, etc?).
Just please don’t tell me I’m going to have to schedule an appointment with an acupuncturist to increase my chances of fertility. Listen future baby – love ya peanut, I really do, but Mama doesn’t do needles. Mama no like-y! Not at all!
posted by Jenny at 9:30 PM
10 Comments:
I hear you loud and clear - have switched to decaf and all but tiniest sips of my husband's wine. Something tells us our mothers didn't do all this. Of course, they probably were a decade younger than us, too. Chocolate is still okay, right? Or I may have to rethink all this.
- Elizabeth
9:02 AM
I hope chocolate is still okay - because it's Halloween! Yum!
9:07 AM
And so it begins. The parental abuse begins even before the pregancy. I say everything in moderation, including moderation.
9:33 AM
Yes - it is a road of sacrifices but there are great things that replace them. Like warm little bodies snuggling against you, fruit-loop necklaces made with love and lots and lots of laughter.
You're wise to start making these changes now and let your body adjust before there's all the hormonal shift added to it. I wasn't a coffe drinker but had to cut way back on the diet coke. I'll be praying for no withdrawl symptoms for you as you come "clean" from that wicked beast - caffeine. ;)
10:30 AM
At least you aren't going into the whole parent thing without realizing the sacrifices that are needed.
The only thing I missed that I had to put a hold on was time to myself and those quiet times with my husband. They were few and far between with little ones. But you do manage to get them in here and there and it makes them a lot more special. I can still remember the Valentines Day that I wasn’t able to get a sitter (or maybe with 3 little ones it was more a cost issue). I made a wonderful meal for my husband and I, I decorated the bedroom and made a pretty cover for the foot locker at the end of our bed (early married primitive furniture), the candles were lit, a new video was bought for the kids and they were well feed and even allowed to eat some junk food in front of the TV when all of a sudden under the door came these little 3 year old fingers and voice “mommy, what are you and daddy doing in there? I want to watch; I can just lie on the bed and watch you eat.” Some how our cracking up over the whole thing just ruined the moment but it is the 1 Valentines Day I remember every last detail and very fondly!
12:16 PM
Ha, ha, ha. Carole, that is one of the funniest stories I've heard in a long time. You should start your own blog!
12:20 PM
I started coffee after my first came home...
3:48 PM
Great Post, Jen! The worst part is that once you do get pregnant, you'll lose your taste for coffee altogether!
4:46 PM
this is just the first step down a long road...
I'm not sayin' anything about it this time...except if you do end up going in for the acupuncture needles, they don't hurt at all. Just close your eyes and drift off.
2:49 AM
We went to Ireland for three weeks with my husband's family when I was four months pregnant and it was torture! Not only was there not a fresh vegetable to be found, I couldn't drink Guinness (my favorite beer). The locals all thought I was nuts to be avoiding it, though, and they kept telling me it was good for the baby because it has so much iron in it. Hmmm. These were also the ones who were running around feeding their little ones bottles of Coca Cola in their strollers because milk was so expensive...
I made my husband promise to take me back someday when I can have a proper drink in a proper Irish pub. It may seem like a long deprivation spell when you're doing it, but later you'll wonder why it felt like such a big deal. Good luck, Jenny!
1:06 PM
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