it's Sunday afternoon and Muffin is sleeping, I've not yet had my standard bowl of high fiber Joe's O's but I have had 1/2 cup of coffee and the rest of an Alaskan Amber left over from last night. I could continue pretending that this Mom doesn't drink..... but why? before my pregnancy I was a devout member of "The Single Malt Society of America" (not a real club) and always being ever careful about the potential of becoming pregnant (after being careless if you know what I mean) - I would seriously slow down and/or stop drinking the last couple of weeks of my cycle to insure the safety of any potential babies on board. But during the "safe 2 weeks, I have been known to relieve the "Glen's" of plenty of their finest swill. After being alcohol free for 9 months plus the 6 months after Muffin was born, because of breastfeeding, I stepped carefully back into the world of "having a drink" nothing near my pre-pregnancy consumption levels, but I will throw back a beer here and there. That brings me to the reason I enjoy most of my sneak-a-drink sessions pre-lunch, you see Muffin only breast feeds at night these days and that leaves mama with a clear "don't poison your baby thru breast milk intoxication" window of at least 6 hours. I know it's only 1 beer but it's truly amazing the amount of guilt that can be amassed for sipping alcohol - even the tiniest amount when you're a "MOM"
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