Allow me to bitch.
1. I REALLY WANT A GLASS OF RED WINE OR A MARGARITA OR A CORONA. HELL, I'D EVEN TAKE A SHOT OF JAGER AT THIS POINT.
Look, I don't want to appear to be an alcoholic. But as some of you long time blog readers will know, I really enjoy a glass of wine or two. Not just for the nice relaxing buzz it gives, but also for the taste of it. The feel of it. The aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh you get after a long day and you finally get to sit down. As far as beverages go, for me it's a staple.
Fine, I get it, I'm pregnant, inx-nay on the wine. But with this nice weather and vacation coming and walking past people sitting in sidewalk cafes having cocktails... I am getting a major hunkering for a margarita. Or a nice cold beer. Or something that indicates celebration and summer and adulthood and the chance to numb my stresses if only for a few minutes. And the fact that I CAN'T have it, that I SHOULDN'T have it, that it's PROHIBITED just makes me want it more in an almost frantic, psycho way.