Being pregnant made me realize that my friends probably think I’m an alcoholic.
A week after I found out we’re having a Baby (Dub), I had a big girl’s weekend with two of my oldest friends to celebrate one of them FINALLY getting engaged. If this occasion doesn’t call for an alcoholic beverage, I don’t know what does.
The whole week leading up to Girl’s Weekend I’m thinking of excuses to abstain. Cleansing? Not feeling great?
When the time comes, I totally choke. After eating a PILE of pasta and breadsticks smothered in alfredo at the OG, I can’t very well say I’m on a cleanse… so as the bubbly is popped, I simply turn it down.
“What?! You always drink!”
“I’m pretty full.”
Really? That’s all I could come up with?
“Are you pregnant!? I can’t believe you’re pregnant and you aren’t telling us!”
“Nice, guys! I don’t drink ONE time and the first thing you think is that I’m pregnant?”
Artful dodging, indeed.