Anyway, yeah, that’s what all the non-drinking was about
As I mentioned yesterday in what my friend Ryan called a “casual nonchalant blog post,” my wife is pregnant. Meanwhile, as you’ll know if you’ve been keeping up with this blog or my posts on Twitter, I haven’t had a drink in a couple of months.
Yes, the two are connected. To be honest, I had hoped that making a big deal out of the fact that I wasn’t drinking might have drawn some attention away from the fact that Kate wasn’t either. As it turned out, however, a number of people put two and two together, and they’ve been waiting for Kate to announce that she was pregnant ever since. If you were one of those people, then congratulations on seeing right through my hamfisted, transparent ruse.
That’s not to say I stopped drinking just to draw attention away from my wife. I promised Kate a long time ago that when she got pregnant, I’d take a break from the booze. We both enjoy a drink, and she’s obviously obliged to cut down until the baby comes, so I figured that joining her in that effort is the least I can do.
Either way, I had my last drink on the night we found out Kate was pregnant. We were actually down at the pub when we found out, truth be told, but that’s another story for another time.
Now, when I say “last drink,” I obviously don’t mean I’ll never drink again. Even during the pregnancy, it’ll be fine for Kate to have a drink now and then. She’s done the reading, as she’s known to do, and there’s no established link between light, measured drinking and any ill effect on a pregnancy. But she’s going to be cautious, of course, and I’m going to keep on matching her.
I’ll have more to say on this in the near future, but I think the time has come to stop counting the days I’ve gone without a drink. I’ll be the first to admit that I was starting to sound like a recovering alcoholic.
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