The first habit I've developed, and would like to share, is really supported by my wonderful husband-
Beer sniffing.
So weird, I totally know. But going cold turkey is really very hard! I guess I didn't really go cold turkey, as I have limited drinking since November when we started this journey towards conception, but one Thursday I had my last beer, luckily the wonderful Four Peaks Peach, and the following Sunday I was most definitely pregnant!!!
So I smell beer.
And martinis.
Wine.
Bourbon.
Even vodka!
And Kyle just keeps on ordering the drinks that I wish I were drinking when we are out, and I just keep smelling and counting down the days until I can enjoy a nice cold one (during a football Sunday) without endangering anyone's health but my own.
Don't judge. Next time you're craving another drink, but know you should be cut off, just sniff one.
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One beer sniffing experience- St. Patrick's Day (Kyle and I had to still be sneaky, those are both his beers, but if I were holding one, who would know that he was the only one drinking them?!) |
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