by Melissa Willets posted in Pregnancy

I haven't had so much as a micro-sip of alcohol since January. Until last night. At nearly 21 weeks pregnant, I enjoyed 1/3 of a glass of wine, and no, I don't feel guilty.
Since learning I was expecting, I followed every "rule" to encourage a healthy pregnancy. To a "T!" No sushi. One cup of caffeine per day. No runny eggs, or soft cheese, or skydiving. But yesterday was a day. A day from hell, times a million, for reasons that are so upsetting, I can't even share them here. At least not yet.
So late in the afternoon, I looked at my husband and said, "I think I'm going to have a glass of wine tonight." After the kids went to bed, he poured me what amounted to less than half of a glass, which I sipped over the course of an hour or so. In fact, I couldn't even finish the entire pour, and ended up handing it over to my husband to finish. Then the smell started bothering me, and I ended up asking him to remove the glass from the room.
But the effect of the limited serving of wine I drank, was glorious. For the first time all day, I was able to relax just a tiny, little bit, which I desperately needed. So I don't regret what I did, nor do I think I should.
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