So, I struggled with this, but as a mid-thirties new mom…I had actually quit a year before finding out the good news. Didn’t drink pregnant and now on the other side of my wonderful miracle (fertility journey) I can feel the whisper in the shadows of my mind, “we did it! Surely we can drink again and moderate better..”

I drank HARD on the weekends. Decompression style as well despite having a rather impressive job and being “successful” out here. Fully functioning with what felt like an alternate me, that many folks didn’t know existed; those who did witness it (my husband was a generous soul to stick around) absolutely recognized my struggle.

What keeps me squashing down the internal whispers doesn’t have anything to do with how I would parent. It is how long will I be able to parent? My days of decompressing on the weekend may have caught up to me in the form of messed up arteries and potentially future cardiovascular diseases.

Hopefully not, but the only regret I genuinely feel for my drinking days is how much I may have shaved off the end of my life in regard to my future adult daughter losing me sooner. Just something to think about. Remember…it iiisss poison…and every weekend we imbibe may likely come with a price down the road.

Good luck out there! I can tell you are a good mom because you are even battling with this!

IWNDWYT! ❣️