This is my tale of life after law school while overseas with two kids and a husband
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I dream about margaritas. Every time I'm out with friends, people talk about going out or I'm just home on my own I want a margarita. The thought of pumping enough milk for a day once Z is born and being able to go out and have one makes me so happy. My doctor has told me that a glass of wine a couple of times a week with dinner will be fine at the end of my 2nd tri and into my third, but wine is not a margarita. I'm trying to stop my obsession. Someone suggested a virgin one, but then that's just drinking a mix and salt, not really my idea of delicious. But I will soldier on, until the baby is born and then have at least 2! Knowing how these things go though, I probably won't even want one by then. Go figure!