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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.
It's really rather amazing that any of us were ever born able to breathe or speak.