*WARNING WARNING* Mahhhm post ahead!
Before I got pregnant, I guess I would classify myself as quite the lover of alcohol. I’ve been drinking consecutively for a good 10 years. Alcohol was my buddy. We did a lot together. Watched T.V, football games, alcohol even accompanied me to parties and even got me through some bad times. The day I found out I was pregnant, all I wanted was a stiff dirty martini.
We kept my pregnancy a secret till I went to the doctors to confirm there was a tiny kidney bean floating around in my belly. When ever we’d go somewhere, everyone expected me to have a drink because that’s what I normally did. So for about a month I had to get creative with my lies. I was sick and on antibiotics – that bought me some time. Or I was so hungover from the night before I couldn’t drink that night. Ha! So it became even more evident that everyone else saw me as an alcoholic.
Needless to say, the one thing I missed most while I was pregnant was alcohol. Wine, vodka club sodas, champagne, shots, martinis, even beer…and I hate beer! I never once cheated by having sip of wine during the months I was pregnant, so seeing everyone drink around me was torture. When the holidays were upon us, it was the absolute worst! I come from a very large Italian family where the wine flows like water and the food is in abundance. Luckily I had the food and desserts to drown my sorrows in.
It was also at the holidays that I found an outlet for my lack of drinking: Baking. I thought it would be a great idea if I made sugar cookies in the shape of my favorite “Family Guy” characters. I drew my own stencil, traced it on wax paper and cut out each characters head. Then I spent hours decorating and this is what I ended up with:
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I made 2 dozen of these bad boys and I gotta admit, I was a little impressed. Then I made 2 other batches of cookies. I started getting addicted. Was it because all my creations were edible and delicious? Probably. So I kept on baking through out my pregnancy but moved from cookies to cakes. I literally thought I was the new ‘Ace of Cakes’. I made Sponge Bob, a guitar and even immortalized my husband as a golfer on the greens..
I even told my husband I was going to start a cake making business and that I would make millions. I actually believed I as good. I blame it on all the crazy pregnancy hormones. Too bad Sponge Bob was the only decent one. The guitar (or ukelele) fell apart and that little guy looks nothing like my husband. Sigh.
I was honing all my energy into creating these delicious baked goods. My brain was clear of alcohol for once in my life and I was a different person. A more creative person (and maybe a bit delusional too for thinking I could make millions!). Maybe I could have made millions, if I kept up the baking. I had my baby and as all you moms out there know, barely had any time to even brush my hair let alone make character cakes. But I did start drinking again……not as much as before though. So a combo of wine and pregnancy brain is now clouding my once creative thoughts. What if I stop the wine – would the creative bone in my body come back? Does sobriety really promote creativity? I think so.
What do you guys think – does creativity and sobriety go hand in hand? Any moms out there have a creative spell during their pregnancy? Does anyone want me to make them a cake?? 
