One More For The Road

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I want to teach my child to: Love
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AF has left the building. But no being risky this week. I've promised myself a Caramel Apple Martini at this weekend's Girls' Night In. Mmm. I was getting a little sad there for a bit about the large collection of alcohol stacked in our kitchen. I guess that's a sign of how much we drink. We buy stuff because it looks good and then it sits there looking good indefinitely. Anyway, when I realized there was a minute chance I could be pregnant, I had to emotionally disconnect myself from alcohol. I was just starting to get into the whole martini bit, too. I really have zero knowledge of mixed drinks. I'm embarrassed to go into a bar and order anything because I'm such a know-nothing. I finally had to look up some recipes online so I could make something. I think it's totally weird that they say 1 beer= 1 shot = 1 glass of wine. Those cocktails have like 3-6 shots in them. How people can have three or four cocktails in a sitting is beyond me. I guess I'll leave the measuring to the bartenders.

I suppose this weekend doesn't have to be my last hurrah, after all, we're not officially trying to conceive until mid-October, but I also want to be nice and healthy for that time. I'm trying to kick my butt into gear and start lap swimming up again. That's absolutely the best exercise ever. I sleep like a baby after swimming, well more like a teenager, because babies don't sleep through the night usually. It tones all your muscles and increases lung capacity. And you get to swim in the same pool with some serious athletes, some of which are beautifully chiseled (for the women out there, and the gay men). I can't say I look all that hot in a bathing suit. I miss my bikini days. I still maintain my pledge to someday have a six-pack. Someday=years from now.