It's so good!

When I was about six months pregnant, my co-worker turned to me very gravely and asked, "do you miss the alcohol?" It was the first time I'd really thought about it. Alcohol hadn't really registered as a high priority. The hormones in me made food and water take on magical properties. Even a simple glass of water would be the best thing ever! It's just so wet! And cold! And clear! And refreshing! Vodka could hardly compete with that. Drinking for me in the beginning was all about the results versus the process. I wasn't drinking tequila because it was tasty; I was drinking tequila because it leads to table dancing.

I've chased a man around his apartment naked. I've played a few Truth or Dare games. I've smooched quite a few ladies. I walked home once and don't remember how I got there. I might have even been accused of making a woman gay with my devilish ways. Who knew tequila that looks (and tastes) like window cleaner could be so powerful? Eventually, after some embarrassing incidents with Captain Morgan's, Zima and Tarantula I learned to seek out alcohol for the taste rather than the consequences.

Wine helped with that. I've found myself drinking a glass of cabernet sauvignon for the taste and not the fuzzy-headedness I might get later. I've even thought it would be nice to have another glass because it was so tasty but quit because I didn't want to deal with the inconvenience of being drunk.

Kahlua is so tasty with some warm milk. A mimosa can make Sunday brunch go down much easier and is one of the few times I indulge in orange juice. Once in a blue moon some Captain Morgan's and Diet Coke makes a party more fun. Dos Equis beer really hits the spot after a hot afternoon mowing the lawn.

I feel like Will Ferrell in Old School declaring "once it hits your lips, it's so good!" These days, though, I'm more likely to rave about the amazing qualities of water.

Stretching my fingers

Ok, let's do this. It's been so long since I've written, I feel like I've forgotten how to use this blog. I'm determined to put something into this electronic space before I forget how to write all together. I'm feeling rusty, like my fingers are creaking as I type.

The boy has been advancing in babyhood by leaps and bounds. He laughs, smiles, coos, grabs for everything in reach, plays with little toys, loves his reflection and is rolling over! He's still sleeping right next to me in bed and I have to say that is one of the best feelings ever to have him that close. I really am going to miss that when he leaves for college.

I'm kidding! I'm sure he'll be ready for his own bed before his voice changes.

I've been steadily recovering these last few weeks. Everyone says that parenthood changes everything, but I was not prepared for the emotional ravaging that would happen after making a person. In addition to adding someone to our household, I also had to reintegrate myself back into the office after being gone for two months. Since previous to this I had never been out of the office longer than a week, we were all adapting to the change.

I don't get very much done these days. My Google reader is pegged at 1000+ unread items, with little hope in sight for marking all as read. I get up, go to work, come home, do laundry, prep baby bottles, watch NCIS and go to bed. Obviously, I'm not doing much writing and it's pained me a bit. So I'm going to try making it a priority for myself.

It's taken me about four hours to write this, but my fingers are feeling a lot more limber than when I started. I'll get a little more practice this weekend as our lucky #13 Living Out Loud project is due Sunday. And let's hope I can rally.

Better by degrees

Things that would have gotten me down before but totally didn't phase me today:

• I nursed Ian on my left boob which was hard as a rock. As soon as I put him down on our bed he smiled and spewed milk all over my side of the bed.

• It poured cats and dogs and orangutans this morning on the way to work. I thought we were going to drown getting from the car to day care.

• My blood sugar was inexplicably crazy high this morning (305).

• I got to the house to discover our elder stateshound Sarah had pooped in our office.

• An hour later, Sarah pooped in the kitchen. I think she's gotten to the age where there's a fine line between farting and pooping.

• My ex-husband did not friend me on Facebook but friended Rich's ex-wife.

• Waterproof mattress pads are hard to wash. After pulling it out of the washer it dribbled all over my shoe.

So I'd say the Zoloft is helping. This helps too.