While at the kid's well child visit last week, I got the ok from their pediatrician to engage in some light to moderate imbibing as long as I wait two hours before I nurse the baby again. I then forgot all about it. I'm not really a drinker, though I do like a glass of red wine with dinner occasionally. Last night John made himself a cocktail after dinner and I remembered that HEY! I can have a cocktail too! So I had him make me a wussy version of what he was drinking, I nursed the baby and began to partake of my peach crystal light spiked with passion fruit vodka (which was a delightful concoction).
And then I remembered why I don't drink. It makes me TIRED. And I'm already TIRED (getting three or less hours of sleep per night and giving up all caffeine but my one cup of coffee in the morning). I didn't even get a buzz, I just got really sleepy, which sucked because I'd totally forgotten about Max's evening freakout (every evening, around 6:30 or 7:00 he basically screams for a half hour to forty-five minutes for no apparent reason), and I was nodding off while trying to rock and soothe him.
So, while I CAN drink, perhaps I shouldn't until I'm getting enough sleep that I'm not passing out from exhaustion by six in the evening.
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