I’ve started dreaming about alcohol. Last night it was champagne, three days ago it was a Seabreeze cocktail (I don’t even know what’s IN one of those), the week before it was pina coladas. I really wasn’t much of an alcoholic before I got pregnant – I said MUCH – but now that it’s FORBIDDEN I suddenly crave it more than anything. It doesn’t help that we keep going to events with either open bars or huge amounts of available liquor, where everyone around me drinks and congratulates themselves on having a 100% sober designated driver. Bastards. I’ve been assured by about a zillion internet articles, baby books and mothers that a glass of wine won’t automatically make my baby a helmet-wearer, but I’m ready to give in yet. Give it another month of these dreams and then offer me a glass of Shiraz. I doubt I will say no.