Pop a bottle of champagne that I was gifted at Dagny’s final baby shower because my friends know me well.
A girl who believes there is always a good reason to drink champagne.
I am one of the rare people who prefers a cheap dry champagne over just about anything else.
When we found out I was pregnant, though, that was the first thing to go. In fact, I dropped my sparkling friend like a hot potato when I even thought I might be pregnant.
At one of Dagny’s baby showers I was asked what my post-Delivery treat was going to be.
Having never heard about this tradition, I needed some clarification: what she meant was “what food was I going to look forward to eating once I was no longer Baby on Board?”
Her answer: whiskey.
My answer: champagne.
It was an easy decision, really. Being a pescatarian, I didn’t look forward to my first deli sandwich from Jimmy Johns or any of the other meat products that are off-limits during pregnancy.
I have never been a big drinker and for most of my pregnancy I did not miss drinking alcohol, but I did miss champagne.
There’s magic in those bubbles.
everyone close to me knows my affinity for this sparkling deliciousness. We didn’t register for wedding presents, but I did receive 3 different sets of fancy crystal champagne glasses - which I will use on any random day of the week even if that means I have to hand wash them and be paranoid that my dogs will knock it off the coffee table and shatter it on our hard wood floors.
I am a true believer that champagne is not just for special occasions (though what better occasion than a baby to celebrate with a glass).
In fact, there are enough “special occasions” every day of the week to justify popping bottles on the regular.
I get it. We live in a world where we like to save things for the perfect moment (and I am the Queen of doing that in many aspects of my life).
We like to keep special things special and if we drank champagne like a “Housewife of Wherever” drinks Rose then it would be less special, right?
Listen, as someone who has purchased more bottles of Andre than she’d like to admit (please, don’t roll your eyes at me, buying Andre is not that heinous) and can confidently open bottles of champagne on a party bus without fail, I can tell you that champagne still remains the most special drink in the world to me. And shouldn’t we really be spending every day of our lives celebrating all of these special things that we love rather than saving them for approximately six occasions in our lifetime?
I’m certainly not advocating to drink an entire bottle every day or to even drink a single glass a day (or at all if champagne isn’t your thing).
But if you want a glass of champagne (or root beer or regular beer or Shirley Temple or Arnold Palmer) Or if you want to wear that dress in your closet that has been hanging with the sales tags still clipped on, then go do it.
The point is to quit saving things for another day and celebrate what makes today so great.
It is vital to celebrate the simple pleasures in life and all of the things you DID accomplish that day.
These are the things that keep us going in between all of the big events, vacations, holidays, and celebrations in our lives.
Because i had a c-section, alcohol was not in the cards until I was off of my pain medication.
I also knew that I wanted to get a better handle on Dagny’s schedule before trying to sneak in a glass of champs.
And truthfully, I had really enjoyed the detox from having casual drinks and knew I didn’t want to succumb to the “wine Mom” society once I was able to indulge again.
I, not only, wanted to be conscientious of what I was putting into my body (ignore the entire box of Girl Scout Cookies I ate this week), but I also wanted to be conscientious of the message I was sending to Dagny as she grew older.
That all being said, after almost a week at home and at least a dozen emotional breakdowns, I knew it was time to just take a minute, breath, enjoy a glass of bubbly, and celebrate all of the amazing things that had happened.
Plus after waking up in a pool of sweat every morning (thank you hormones), forgetting to brush my teeth before going to my doctor’s appointment (gross sweater teeth), and wearing giant granny underwear for the last two weeks (labor + delivery glamour), your girl needed something to make her feel a little fancy.