Yeah, I'm fine with it. There were just way too many differences
Man, you are SERIOUS about your love of lamb. (the roasted kind)
t snuggles billytea
'Selfless'
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Yeah, I'm fine with it. There were just way too many differences
Man, you are SERIOUS about your love of lamb. (the roasted kind)
t snuggles billytea
I would rather have a root canal, a broken leg, or give birth sans drugs than have a UTI. And I'm not exaggerating.
I'm with you there. In recent years I have been able to head them off by drowning them out at the first hint. I'm as fond of antibiotics as I am of the UTI so I drink massive amounts of water and take lots of Vit C.
I personally didn't drink a sip of either wine or caffeine when I was pregnant. No, I didn't think small amounts were an issue. I love love love my wine and my coffee. I just found it easier for me to eliminate it as an option. Other women are better at moderation than me. I did find myself in toasting situations and took a glass. Toasted then handed the glass off to someone else.
Billytea, you sound all sensible and stuff. Daughters should prepare to be wooed and wowed in the new year.
Life distraction has been such that it has taken 45 minutes to write this post!
{{Jilli}} Beast~ma for you sweety.
Also, if my SO told someone else--loudly and in public--that I wasn't allowed to do x, y, or z, he'd be picking his teeth out of his lower GI tract.
Yes, this. I was thinking that if this were my SO I'd be downing shots behind his back.
Juice:
Pictures have been taken but are now trapped on a secure digital card in Drew's camera.
Taps toe. It's already 6am, and where are the pictures?
Man, you are SERIOUS about your love of lamb. (the roasted kind)
Damn straight. I have standards above which I will not go!
Vibing for the Beastie, and looking forward to the new season of the Wally Report.
I saw a lot of kids with FAS when I was volunteering at the orphanage in Romania. It's sad, but it wasn't a couple glasses of wine that got them there.
I don't really have much more to add to the topic, other than my doctor (the embassy doctor) kept offering me alcoholic drinks, and his wife would gasp and say "J! She's pregnant!" She also made the lemon face when I bought two bottles of wine for cooking.
I thought about telling her that I don't really drink even when I'm not knocked up, but she wouldn't have believed me.
Other women are better at moderation than me.
That's a good point -- I can totally see it being easier to cut it out altogether than to figure out where the balance point is. I don't know if it was actually in Gladwell's Tipping Point (cause I didn't actually read it) but I think I first heard about this whole thing in an article about the book, that people would hear about FAS and conclude that if many drinks could do that, then even one must be bad. I think he was saying that people get the concept of a continuum, but not that of a... well, I suppose a tipping point, was his point. That makes sense.
Also, dude, look at me! I don't even get up this early on weekdays! Maybe I'll really get my homework done! (Knock on wood.)
The time change has me getting up at 6am lately. This will change.
The kids go back to school Monday. Yay! They missed 2 weeks, but they only have to make up one. Veterans day gone, day before Thanksgiving gone, some of end of year break gone. It's been long enough of a break that it will be like coming back after summer. Blah.