I had dinner out last night followed by a movie. And Sun was left home. It was almost a date except I was with a friend and not the hubs. I ordered a margarita while we waited for our table. Then I ordered a second one with my meal. Two sips into the second one and all I could taste was liquor. As we were leaving the restaurant, I pointed my mostly-full glass out to my friend, saying that the old me (read pre-pregnant) never made that faux paus–I’d have considered that alcohol abuse. My friend responded, “I noticed.”

Then we went to the 10pm showing of “Ratatoille.” I did not enjoy one minute of the movie. I couldn’t get my mind off of Sun. I kept seeing her in her bed sleeping peacefully. I was quite relieved when, at 11:30, I looked over at my friend and noticed she was sleeping. I roused her and we left the movie early.

It was insane of me to think I’d last through a late-night movie. It continues to surprise me that my complete tolerance (and taste) for liquor is gone–I woke up at 5am with a headache and have had a slight hangover all morning.

I am a mother. My body knows it even when my brain doesn’t. It’s been duly noted.