Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.

PICTURES!

A drink of wine a week? Not even noticeable.

You know, I'd fully planned on having a drink of wine or two in my third trimester. Sadly, with the two BP meds I was on, that was out of the picture.

Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.

I'm having a hard time picturing that. I bet it's sassy.

Pictures have been taken but are now trapped on a secure digital card in Drew's camera. We don't have a card reader handy.

It's very different and weird, Deena, but I think also a bit sassy! I luvre it.

when you talk to me, I will pretend to be Kara.

Bwah! Hearting Kara.

Much ~ma to your dad, meara.

Yay for red hair, Kristin!

ETA: Much ~ma to the Dread Beastie.

And, yes, people metabolize differently and that synergistic effect can be brutal and lethal. But there was a chance to flounce I'm flouncing.

Flouncy Cass! t starts Mexican wave

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

Wait, you were born able to speak? t renewed respect for Cassiepowers

She could bend your ear, at length, about US women being scared out of their panties for no good reason.

So that's how it happens. Huh.

Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.

Serious? Pictures must be produced.

Oh, and in other news:

Announcement: AS and I have decided to do the friends thing.
Analysis: Lock up your daughters!

Here endeth the Wally Report.

Flouncy Cass has left the building. She has been replaced by synergistic Cass.

After all of my flouncing, I had half a glass of wine and half an Ambien in roughly the same 90 minute spread. This is not the problem.

I also ate an eclair.

Doing multiple lines of coke off of a hooker's ass would be better for my heart... Sheesh.

Kids should not be able to sell this stuff for their schools. It's really much worse than crack. It is also way too grossly sweet, which is the greater evil for me.

Billytea, how lovely to see you. Are you good with the being friends? I think you deserve evervy possible happiness in the world. Immediately.

Kristin, wants pictures...

World, wants stable heartbeat so I can snooze.

AS and I have decided to do the friends thing.

Boo! Unless that's the best for you both, and then yay, I suppose, but dang, I was enjoying the wallyness of the wally report.

Well, anyway, do something else entertaining then, please? Though, I will likely have to read about it later as I must get some sleep now.

(In all seriousness, I hope you are comfortable with this and not depressed. Somewhere out there is the perfect, echidna-loving woman. We just have to find her.)

Doing multiple lines of coke off of a hooker's ass would be better for my heart... Sheesh.

Yeah, but it probably wouldn't do mine any favours.

(In all seriousness, I hope you are comfortable with this and not depressed. Somewhere out there is the perfect, echidna-loving woman. We just have to find her.)

Yeah, I'm fine with it. There were just way too many differences - what we liked to do, talk about, eat etc. I think we'd both reached the same conclusion by a couple of weeks back, but the Phillip Island thing was for her birthday and I didn't want to cancel that on her. Then it was justy a matter of the next time we'd see each other to talk it over. I think both of us are basically relieved that we're on the same page.

Anyway, I'm still going bushwalking with her tomorrow, so things can't be too bad.

I think I'm going to wait until after Christmas before I make any serious efforts to find someone else. Give me some time to integrate my exercise program into my schedule, clear the dining table debt and take care of a couple of things.

I'm still going bushwalking with her tomorrow

Good euphemism!

And good luck with the post-Christmas re-wallying.

{{{Beast-ma}}}

I woke up with the first stirrings of a UTI at 4:00am. So I walked to the embassy with Mal on my back to get cranberry juice and find out where the duty pharmacy is. Now I have to go get an antibiotic and antispasmodic.

Anything to avoid the emergency room, which is where I've ended up the last two times. I would rather have a root canal, a broken leg, or give birth sans drugs than have a UTI. And I'm not exaggerating.

There are often alcohol related flamewars on pregnancy boards between US women and UK/European women. The US women are usually whole-hog teetotaling "YOU ARE DAMAGING YOUR BABY!!!" types, with the UK/Euro more, "You're so fucking uptight. Check what OUR government suggests as a reasonable amount. PS, STFU."

At the wedding we went to in October, one of the bridesmaids was in the early stages of pregnancy. She wasn't showing nearly as much as I was. Her husband was a groomsman in the wedding, too. When a waitress brought around a tray of champagne for the toasts, I took a flute because--hey, a few sips wasn't going to hurt.

The groomsman and his wife were standing right beside me and he said loudly, "Oh, NO! She (his wife) can't have any! She's pregnant!" While I'm standing RIGHT there with my belly sticking out and a champagne flute in my hand.