under no circumstances am I accusing anyone of being an irresponsible drug abuser.
Really, none? Even if I were C?
That was a joke. I'm too tired right now to be sure if it comes out that way. Tried to do homework, but aside from laughing at the Descartes question, I'm not here enough for it. I may (gasp!) go to bed.
Er, also C is someone in Jen's real life, not anybody here.
t runs crying off
Hey, I could get a glass of wine while I pout.
And, yes, people metabolize differently and that synergistic effect can be brutal and lethal. But there was a chance to flounce I'm flouncing.
Oh, I also made an icon cause I was bored. [link]
Okay, that was an amusing x-posty things with Emily. Also, as I am neither pregnant nor taking anxiety meds tonight, it was just fortuitious timing that I decided I wanted wine.
My best friend's OB let her have half a glass one wine during at least the last trimester.
I saw a pregnancy book once from the '40s that was an eye-opener. "Feeling blue? Take a [this pill]! Indulge in a cocktail -- you need to treat yourself to a little fun now! Back aching? Ask your doctor for a [pain pill]! "
And on and on. I imagined the women who wrote What to Expect... reading it and dropping dead of horror.
When I was pregnant with Nick, my doctor told me I could drink a beer every night to relax.