So, I’m hung-over today. Oops.
It wasn’t planned. We didn’t even open a bottle of wine until about 11 last night. We were just going to have one glass before going to bed.
A few hours and too much wine later (less for my husband – he’s clearly a bit smarter than me), I had gone too far. I was a happy drunk, having a great time – chatting, playing with our dog and teasing my husband. The alcohol could easily have taken me to tears and sorrow, but thankfully it didn’t go that way.
So, how did 1 glass of wine turn into getting drunk? First, I rarely drink. One thing about having 4 pregnancies in less than 2 years is that we spend a lot of time in the pregnancy bubble which means no alcohol. We do everything possible to promote good health and life for our babies, so alcohol is definitely out. So, I simply don’t have a good alcohol tolerance and now it doesn’t take much for me to get drunk. One thing I know for sure is that my tolerance is definitely nothing like when I was a university student living in residence when somehow we managed to go drinking 6 or 7 nights every week (and somehow we still passed and didn’t completely destroy our livers).
Second, it seems after each miscarriage, we do this once and thankfully we seem to learn from the hang-over and we don’t do it again. Each time, the night starts out innocently enough, but then we cross the line to completely loaded in a split second, and I don’t seem to have the ability to see it coming. Some have been worse than others – for example, after miscarriage 3, I spent a good portion of the next day praying to the porcelain gods and literally didn’t move from the bathroom floor until after 8 pm the next day. My husband had it worse when he had to take a taxi to work the next day because we figured his blood alcohol level was too high to drive. Needless to say, after asking the cab driver to pull the car over so he could puke, he decided to circle back home and called in sick.
So, why do we do it? I don’t know.
Does it help? Nope.
Is it a successful coping mechanism? Not for us.