I admit, of all the pre-IVF lifestyle changes, I find giving up alcohol the toughest. (Yes, still using the present tense there. One day at a time. One day at a time).
It is that post-work, early evening drink I miss most. The cold, tingling feel of lager on my tongue washing down some salty snacks. Or a sharp, lemony gin and tonic. Or sherry, so chilled that the glass drips with condensation.
Actually maybe it is the rounded, warm glass of red with a bowl of spicy tomato pasta. Or sitting in a pub drinking the often derided but quintessentially British warm, flat, hoppy beer.
Also I do like port.
And I genuinely can't think of a social situation that I find myself in that isn't lubricated, and dare I say enhanced, by liquor.
But if abstinence is hard for me it is worse for the husband.
He has four great loves: Wine, Music, Football and, don't tell me, don't tell me, I know this one, ahh yes: Me.
I'm not saying that his loves are necessarily in that order, but he certainly spends more money on wine than on me.
This week the husband has given up booze.
I have found it such a support to know that I am not alone in this. It is far easier to deny myself without the husband having a thousand tiny orgasms over each mouthful of his special grape juice whilst I dutifully sip my water.
Last night we went out for a meal and he didn't even have the smallest snifter of an intoxicant. Not only did it mean that I didn't spend the evening coveting his drinks but it was significantly cheaper without adding on the aperitif and the post-meal grappa.
I know what you are thinking; "What a wonderful, supportive, self-sacrificing man he is".
The guy is on antibiotics and isn't allowed to drink. Tonight - after nine days of medically-induced prohibition - he will be right back on the sauce. As I type he is debating what he will wet his whistle with first.
But maybe, just maybe, he'll read this and think that giving up wine is a small price to pay for helping his wife stick to her resolutions.
Yeah. Right. And maybe whilst he's at it I'll get nightly massages and be spoon-fed the finest Belgian chocolate ice-cream.