Honey, to be completely HONEST with you. I've drank more since my loss July 6th, 2008 than I EVER have in my entire life. I mean not totally boffed off my arse, but I used to hate beer and now I go out with DH (during AF and when we're not TTC) and can sit at the tavern and drink with the best of em.
No I'm not proud of it, sometimes I feel awful in the morning. And I'm not depressed either. If anything I'm the total opposite. I have panic attacks.
So if a good glass (or bottle) of wine is what you want, have some. Just promise not to drink and drive!

's to you sweetie!
Michelle T.