"Fre" me from myself

I just want to get this out there: I don't want to only think about being pregnant. I had other thoughts before this, didn't I? People must have talked to me about things other than baby names, right? I'm having flashbacks of when we were in the throws of wedding planning and I could google "unique cake toppers" & "budget wedding ideas" for days on end. When we went out all anyone wanted to know was wedding details. Don't get me wrong. It was awesome.

This is awesome too. I know I'm trading in late nights and day long hangovers for something amazing. The transition is just tough. It's still just me, but then again it isn't. It's weird.

My ever-loving lumberjack husband is aware of this and does his best to help out. Last night I came home to an early Valentine's gift. WINE!

I love wine. I miss the ritual that came with wine. A glass while I made dinner, chilled on the deck with girls and gossip, feeling sophisticated on the bar stool with a wide rimmed sweetheart. With Fre Alcohol removed wines i get to have my cake and remember eating it, too! (mmmm, cake...ice cream cake...cheesecake...cheese...)

AND GUESS WHAT? It tastes like wine! I had half a bottle of Fre Merlot with dinner last night while I watched my NBC stories. It was just like olden times, guilt free! How superb. I'm chilling some booze-free bubbly as i write in anticipation of Valentines day.

So, next time your pregnant, on your way home from AA or knee-deep in the south beach diet, swing by and pick yourself up some boozy-flavored grape juice.

*I was not approached or paid by Fre or NBC to write this post, because face it: people have to actually read your blog before strangers start giving you money.