As I mentioned in my previous post, and perhaps you’ve noticed, I’ve been MIA for a while. Approximately nine months I’d say, give or take a few weeks. It was the fastest nine months of my life, and I was pretty damn busy. Or at least my body was. Can you guess what I did during those nine months? You guessed it, I had a baby!
Now during said nine months, I obviously wasn’t drinking wine. I thought that this would be difficult for me, but it turns out that it wasn’t. At all. For a brief period even the smell of Husband’s wine made me a bit ill. In fact, I got to the point where I thought I’d just give up wine for good, even after Baby came. The wine FOMO could have been bad, so me not being interested was probably internal self-preservation. Which explains why I’ve been MIA.
But, Baby, I’m back!
Baby Wine Esquire joined us on July 5, 2017. Ten days overdue, he was 8 pounds, one ounce and 21 inches of pure love and joy.
Getting used to life with Baby has been incredible; we are forever changed, but we’re getting back into our daily routine, and that includes the re-emergence of Wine Esquire. Albeit, on a smaller scale, for now. At this point, the thing Husband and I yearn for most is a delectable foodie experience in a small, quiet restaurant where Baby isn’t welcome. We’ll get there. Someday. Hopefully sooner rather than later for our sake.
I’m still limited in the amount of wine I can enjoy for now, which makes each glass even more precious. So send me some recommendations! What have I missed in the past 41 weeks? What are your favorite go-to’s of the moment? I’m truly looking forward to reconnecting with everyone again!
 I’ll spare you the photographic evidence of my epically swollen feet. Thankfully they’ve returned to normal. #hadtobuynewshoes
 The whole “nine months” thing is actually a big lie. Babies take 40 weeks to develop and in my case, 41. That’s 10.25 months, not 9. #TheBigLie
 Well, at least I wasn’t drinking a LOT of wine. A sip here and there wasn’t gonna hurt nobody. #dontjudge
 Because obviously Husband did not give up wine in solidarity with me. He just drank my share too!
 Thankfully this cockamamie idea did not stick.
 About six months ago I had to Google FOMO. It means “fear of missing out” in case you didn’t know. I also just discovered Despacito. Apparently it’s been THE song of the summer. I’ve been living under a rock, clearly. I continue to play it on repeat as much as possible. I’m also trying to learn the lyrics. Baby loves Despacito. And in case you’re wondering, I prefer the REAL version, not the Beiber overlay. My inner 21 year old REALLY wants to go the club and rock out to this. #wheremygirlsat
 Or at least I’m trying very hard to be!
 Time is precious, especially when Baby wants to eat ALL. THE. TIME.
 No offense, Baby.
 Mommy gets hungry too! #hangry
Epic photos of Baby Wine Esquire were taken by Jenn of
Photography by Jennifer Lynn.