I wanted wine.
Mmm. Wine. Me too.
scurries
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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.
I knew a guy with FAS once. For a person with FAS he was fairly functional but he had a lot of issues with women, ie. calling his birth mother "that drunk bitch who ruined my life" and he said he heard voices sometimes. He liked me though, once he knew he could say "motherfucker" unto infinity and I wouldn't scream or run away. I have that effect on guys.