Who is driving home?
Not that we’ve ever had trouble before, sorting out who would be our designated sober driver, but one perk of being the non-carrying mom-to-be is that I always have a driver. One would think.
But one of the things neither of us realized was how tired she would be. This means that as much fun as it is to have a few (responsible) glasses of wine, there is no guarantee that you’re staying out past 11 pm.
When a couple of our friends were expecting their son we came up with the cruel idea of starting our wine club. Wine club = hanging out as often as possible, cooking increasingly elaborate meals and pairing them with wines we hadn’t tried yet, or tried and loved. Wine Club became more extravagant as we got more creative with our themes: Welcome to Argentina (wines from Malbecs to Tempranillos with copious amounts of meat), Beer and Bacon pairings, the time we tried to prove (to our meat-addict friends) that you could do a delicious vegetarian pairing menu, or the Not-So-Hungry Games (which involved wines inspired by Sherwood Forest, hearty French and German fare, and a surprise visit to the gun-range/archery lessons).
The club has lasted past our friend’s pregnancy, where she would feel giddy from smelling the wines, to our own pregnancy where my lovely wife has been so gracious, smiling as she holds out her hands for the keys, nodding her approval as I say yes to a second glass.
Maybe eventually this will transition into Baby Club, where we swap DIY project ideas, make our own baby food or plan birthday parties for toddlers.
I hope not. Because Wine Club is where I got to hear some of my favourite stories about what it’s REALLY like being a new parent.