Red Red Wine

A few weeks ago I buckled down and got serious about this baby making thing. I quit drinking coffee (I miss it SO much, by the way). And I cut out sipping a glass of red wine with dinner (which wasn’t hard considering the fact that I rarely cook and we don’t keep wine in the house). But then I was talking to my friend the other day:

Friend: You really shouldn’t get too caught up in following so many rules when you’re trying to get pregnant.

Me: So my next “rule” is no more rules?

Friend: Exactly. I got pregnant with my second over the holidays and I was drinking like crazy.

I started making a mental list in my head. At least THREE people found out they were preggers a few weeks after Hubby and I got married. They partly thank the amount of alcohol they consumed at our reception.

Me: Oh, good. So I can drink red wine for the holidays?

Friend: Well, within limits.

Me: Wahoo!

The next day, when Hubby and I went Christmas shopping, we bought a bottle of organic wine from Yorkville Cellars. We wanted to test it out for our generic holiday party.

It was delicious. I know this because I sluggged two glasses of it later that evening.

Hubby: So is it time to start trying for a baby this month?

Me: Zzzz, snort, zzzz, drool.

I lift my head from the pillow.

Me: Huh? Tomorrowwwwwwzzzzzzzzzzz.

Clearly this plan is not going to work for us.