Pregnancy is ruining my taste for wine.

Ok, that’s not quite fair. My wife is obviously carrying all the burdens, literally and figuratively. She’s the one who is told she can’t drink. However, I feel guilty about enjoying any wine without her. Whenever we go to the store, she urges me to get something for myself. I peruse the aisles, pick out something interesting, and show it to her. Then I see those longing eyes, telling me how she wishes she could have some as well. I feel guilty. Either I put it back or I buy a cheap bottle.

Seven months of deprivation has dulled my taste buds. I’ve lost my ability to analyze a good Burgundy. The good news is that in two months or so, we can open the bottle of Riesling (which I have been holding onto for six years) to celebrate!