I feel like I'm at a point in my life where I have to drink. We've been married for nine months. People are beginning to expect reproduction. So if I turn down a beer, all eyes fly to my abdomen. No, sorry, it's just fat. No baby yet. But when we do decide to go that route, you can be assured that you will know. Until then, if I turn down booze, it's because I'm tired. Or don't want any. I promise.