Answer…get pregnant. I’m 9 months pregnant and in a drinking rut. I haven’t had a glass or a sip of alcohol yet throughout the whole pregnancy. At this point, I kind of just want to go the whole time without it for no other reason than just to say I did. There are a lot of preggos out there that have the mantra “I don’t even want alcohol” – could be because they are sick their whole pregnancy or could be because they are scared that even a sip will hurt their unborn baby. To each their own whatever the reason is. My mantra is the opposite. I want alcohol every day. My biggest desire, ironically is a nice, cold draft light beer. This is strange because I usually drink this beverage the least in my non-pregnant life. I would much rather extend my reach for a glass of vino or a shot of vodka. One of my theories is that I am housing a baby boy. Boys like beer. Coincidence? Maybe.
It’s not necessarily the taste of alcohol I miss, it’s the socialization aspect of it. I miss going out to dinner and splitting a bottle of wine with my hubby. I miss going out with my mom and indulging in a good martini. I miss hanging out with friends at a bar sipping on a Greygoose on the rocks with two lemons. Don’t get me wrong, I know it is all more than worth it every time I look in the mirror and see my growing baby belly, but for me, drinking alcohol meant engaging in a good time with friends and family. Of course I still have fun when I go out but it’s not quite the same. I wasn’t sure how I would feel once I got pregnant but I can honestly say, I have missed it…I do miss it and I will continue to miss it until he makes his debut. Which by the way could be any second.
At this point, part of the reason I haven’t indulged in a glass of wine or anything is because I feel it to be a tease. One glass would leave me wanting more or leave me wanting one every night and that my friends is a slippery slope. Furthermore, why would I want to drink something I know is going to make me feel guilty in which case I will probably not enjoy it anyway? I of course am in control of feeling that way but I know I would think like that with every sip. And finally, isn’t the first glass of alcohol going to taste that much better after I give birth? I believe the answer is yes. Now that I have spent this entire post sounding like an alcoholic rather than a pregnant person I think my rant is over. Sparkling water tonight to take the edge off of my workday it is. Or maybe a cocktail from my Preggatini book or Margarita Mama. Mmm. Jealous?
This winter marks the 10th year Mr. Dr. and I have known each other. 10 whole years. It feels like such a long time when you say it aloud. What’s crazy is that from the start of med school till the end of fellowship, the training journey will be the same amount of time. 10 whole years. I think back to meeting him in the athletic training room in November of 2003 at college. He was nursing a sprained ankle, a really bad sprained ankle. I, too, was nursing a sprained ankle…that never really turned black or blue, was only a little swollen and was probably better after some icing and r&r. He was a baseball player and I was a soccer player but we had never met. I thought he was cute so, using the trainer as a matchmaker, I asked if he could show me the ankle exercises for treating a sprain. We spent the rest of the afternoon together nursing our ankles back to health and getting to know each other. My ankle was better after about 48 hours but I
milked every last minute of rehab absolutely needed weeks of recovery just like he did in order to ensure a proper heal…
After a few weeks of training room bonding and a memorable baseball house Hawaiian party, he asked me out to dinner. I’ll never forget I saw his roommates at a party a week after our first date and his friend said to me, “What have you done to him? The night of your date was the first time I saw him iron a shirt.”
Our relationship has evolved more than any one relationship I have ever known. Truly. We have gone from having an immature, not so sensible relationship in our undergrad days to a fulfilling, healthy relationship 10 years later. We have experienced highs together like how you feel when you are on a roller coaster creeping up to the top excited for the exhilarating drop. We have experienced lows together that seem like they are beyond the roots of a huge tree trunk dug deep into the ground for hundreds of years. And in between we have gotten through blizzards, monsoons, tornadoes – both the real weather kind and the figurative “life” kind. The day we got married there was a tornado watch and it was actually a monsoon with torrential rain. Perhaps when baby boy decides to debut it will be a blizzard. That would only be fitting but maybe likely considering the brutal winter we have had up here.
As we get ready to welcome our son into this world, I can’t help but reflect on the time Mr. Dr. and I have shared together over the last 10 years. Thanks to a baseball career followed by a medical one, he has made the “time spent together” part quite memorable as in…a lot less than the average couple. Hmmm was this his plan? Maybe he takes that absence makes the heart grow fonder phrase too literally. So in terms of appreciating the actual minutes and hours we do have together, for the most part I think we have both succeeded. The most exciting part about our relationship now is that the best is yet to come. In just a short couple of weeks we will be blessed with a growing family, and in just a short couple of years we will be moving on from residency into a new chapter. So while these last 10 years have been a fun adventure, I am even more so looking forward to the next 10. There is so much more excitement to come our way.
This gem of a picture has always been one of our favorites from when we first started dating and we still currently have it sitting out in our apartment even after all these years. We used to be so young and sprightly.
About 8 years ago in the Outer Banks when Mr. Dr. was playing baseball there for a summer. Look at those frosted blonde tips and the conch shell necklace – we were such college kids!
It’s about time I give a bump update. I am 37 weeks today. It’s hard to believe I only have 3 weeks to go until the full 40. It really has gone by fast. I must admit that I have had a pretty smooth (knock on lots of wood) pregnancy so far and for that I feel very lucky. Baby L is the size of a watermelon and weighing in over 6 lbs. He was cute as a button on the ultrasound a couple of weeks ago but it looked as if he was taking up my entire mid section. He is head down and already in great position except for the fact that now I know why I have been feeling some serious pelvic pressure down below. His sweet little head has most likely been using my bladder and pelvis as a pillow. He moves all the time and it’s fun to feel him even if its a harsh kick or a punch. I love feeling him move. It’s probably the best part of pregnancy.
Food aversions? Happy to say none. Cravings? I have really enjoyed chocolate chip muffins and pancakes over the last several months. Carbs have been my best and favorite friend. Pizza was a big desire in the beginning. I have really enjoyed gummy snacks. And to my surprise, I have much more of a sweet tooth than I ever, ever had in the past. I think that must be because I am a housing the sweetest of little men inside of me ;).
I am now heading to the doctor weekly as I could go into labor anytime since I am officially full term. But I got the impression from last week’s visit, she thought we still had a little bit of time before he makes his debut. I am not dilated yet so he must be pretty comfortable in there. Here is a fun bump pic update since I haven’t really shared any photos of myself yet. What a transformation it’s been. It’s hard to believe my body ever looked like it did at 12 weeks…