But then, on our jaunt to Black Mountain and Lake Lure this weekend, we were in celebratory/party mode, so I had 2 glasses of wine for lunch.  And then popped a Benadryl for the arising allergies from all the spring flower love.

So, that could explain it. 

But, if it doesn’t, am I totally sending terrible toxins into a tiny embryo’s few dividing cells?  

My last OB said, hell, I drank Jack and Coke all night the night before I found out I was pregnant.  And she’s normal.  We think.

C1D23…maybe in the next seven days, I’ll know something.  One way or the other.  Whether or not I can keep throwing back the Chardonnay, and whatever else I feel like, or whether I have to start panicking for what I’ve already done wrong.  *sigh*  Being a mother is guilt ridden, start to finish.