Can I just say how absolutely not fun it is to be planning a 4th of July menu that provides everyone with your favorite sangria except you? It is SO. NOT. FUN.
I am tired of limbo-land. No coffee because you’re trying to get pregnant. No wine because you might be pregnant. What if what if what if…
I AM SO SICK OF IT ALL.
I know this makes me sound like a raging alcoholic. I promise I’m not. It’s just that when I host a damn party, I need my adult beverages to keep me from going into anxiety overdrive.
I also might really need want a glass of wine after a bad day at work. It makes me a better person. I swear. My wife is grateful for wine. I miss wine.
Also? I really, really miss coffee. Herbal tea is not coffee. Decaf is not coffee, either. Damn you, decaf. You are more deceitful than artificial sweetener.
This is where my head is today. I’m a resentful, chemical-free, unaltered mess. Although I guess you can’t call someone on fertility drugs unaltered.
Whatever. Pass me my water.