An unlikely outcome

For the past few weeks I have been patiently in pursuit of two things, the first of which is a monster supply of frozen milk. [Eww. I know. That is so weird, right? I still think that is kind of creepy and strange.] The second is a blueberry flavored beer. [Still strange, but not creepy.]


My story begins yesterday afternoon when, as I failed to mention in my previous post, we stopped to buy beer on our way home from that marathon of errands. Without even needing to ask me what I wanted, Chris went into the store and emerged with a six pack of Wild Blue.

I had been lusting after it for months. Several people have asked me what alcoholic drink I would have first when I was ‘allowed’ to drink again. I always answered Wild Blue, fantasizing about its not so subtle sweetness, bold blue hue, and its perhaps too high 8% ABV. I am fairly certain that it was the last adult beverage I consumed last Spring and I was more than excited for it to be my first post-pregnancy drink.

Perhaps this was my downfall.

I’m not going where you probably think I am. I did not succumb to the whole six pack in all of its 8% ABV glory.

After talking through a pump and dump plan, estimating milk thawing needs [eww], and probably hyping this up way too much, I cracked open a Wild Blue and curled up in my favorite chair in front of a football game.

Some time later, after drinking the neck of the beer, it occurred to me that it did not taste how I remembered. When I told Chris, he of course reminded me that I was, after all, drinking disgusting blueberry flavored beer. What did I expect? Naturally, I expected its blueberry goodness to dance on my tongue, alleviating any guilt that I was feeling over using the precious freezer milk so I could drink alcohol [Seriously, what kind of derelict am I?] and wasting ounces of milk and hours of my time on this whole pump and dump thing.

I decided that beer #1 must be skunked, so I abandoned it, still full to above its label, and opened a fresh one, convinced that it would fulfill my wildest Wild Blue dreams.

No dice. It was still nasty.

I drank that one anyway.

Right. So where did all this get me?

Mostly just feeling let down by an experience that I had built up way too much. Kind of the same feeling that I get after eating frozen pizza or store-bought desserts, but with the added disappointment of wasting 12 ounces of what has become the most important commodity in our household. The milk that is, not the abandoned beer.

The moral of this story is that I need to select my beers much more carefully in the future.

  1. Gah! Don’t you hate that – when your taste buds and memories don’t align?! I vividly remember this happening once long ago with some pizza. I randomly ate some weird burger topped frozen pizza and thought it was the most amazing thing on the planet. A few weeks later I tried the exact same pizza and found it quite gross. Serious let down. I mean, what was I thinking?! It was a crappy, cheap frozen pizza with random toppings…that doesn’t even sound good, why would it taste good? I was still really bummed about it.

    Although, I had no pumping to remind me of the disappointment…sorry, that sucks! You definitely need to find a solid, dependable beer to make it all worth it!

    • Brit said:

      Yeah, the waking up at 12, 2, and 4 to pump milk that was destined for disposal was the real kicker. Next time I think I will put my trust in Blue Moon or another tried and true favorite.

  2. This happened to me too a few years ago when I was visiting my family. I insisted on going to this one restaurant I had eaten at when I was growing up and loved at the time. I built it up to myself and everyone around me, but when we all finally sat down for our meal there, it was not only lackluster but straight up gross. Sad indeed. Hopefully you’ll find a new beer to love!

    • Brit said:

      I hope so. Next time I will pick something more standard. In retrospect it is no wonder that it didn’t live up to my expectations. C’est la vie. Peut-être que la prochaine fois.

  3. Bree said:

    My husband bought wild blue once not knowing it was 8%. I had been drinking wine, while he somehow ended up really buzzed in a short amount of time. It wasn’t until after the 4th wild blue that he read the label to see what was going on. It was a funny night.

    I have read (believe me, I need to know these things asap as I have been carefully planning my first beer Bell’s Oberon if you are wondering 🙂 ) that alcohol leaves your supply after it leaves your blood stream. So let’s say you have a drink and it takes roughly one hour to get out of your system, it leaves your milk regardless if you pump it away. I read all this on if you want to read up on it.

    • Brit said:

      I read the same thing on both Kellymom and through several other sources. I’m just scared to believe it. Maybe I should buy those test strips so I can prove to myself that it is true.

  4. Anonymous said:

    As Bree said, no need to pump and dump for 1 or 2 beers. Save that milk (liquid gold!) for your first post-baby date night ;))) Kellymom is a great website for all things related to BF’ing

  5. Jen said:

    I just had a blueberry oatmeal stout this weekend, and found it to be delicious! You should check it out next time!

    • Brit said:

      That sounds tasty!

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