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.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I wanted wine.
Mmm. Wine. Me too.
scurries
mmmm wine
bwah!
I'm such the enabler...
vrroooooooommmmmmmmmmm
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.
If I'd liked beer more, I would have taken him up on it. I did drink now and again, though. I'm so glad Nick's sane and relatively normal.
edit to fix pronoun confusion.