Where I Reveal My Other Side(s)
I don’t spend enough time around normal adults. No, I’m sorry neither of you count as normal. The day before yesterday we ran into our neighbors, they were walking their dog and we were coming back from running some errands. The four of us ended up chatting for a while and it was a blast.
Until…
I might have mentioned that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if something horrible were to befall Kate’s sixth grade teacher. I might have even mentioned that it would be funny to have it on video and rewind and watch… rewind and watch… YouTube it… make t-shirts, etc.
Then I might have mentioned the near run-in with Ethan’s cross-country coach. Mike joked about my temper and I made fun of him for only worrying about not having bail money.
And, I might… MIGHT… have encouraged a pregnant woman to drink. My neighbor is pregnant, she said she really REALLY missed margaritas. I sympathized with her because while pregnant with Maggie I really missed wine and even started craving beer. Anyway, her slightly, overprotective (in a cute way), first-time daddy, husband looked at me suspiciously. It was COMPLETELY unintentional. REALLY!!! I don’t think that… you know, subjecting fetal people to alcohol or drugs or something is a good thing. Her husband is probably convinced I am going to sneak her over a bottle of Shiraz when he isn’t looking.
Mike said that I looked “really excited” to be talking to other adults. 
Not that he is Mr.Perfect or anything. He was dumb enough to say, “I thought I read that a glass of wine once in a while is ok for pregnant women?”
And, now the neighbors are pretty sure what the deal with Maggie is.
They’d be wrong of course. Maggie’s only problem is an unfortunate mix of DNA. Believe me, I am thankful I didn’t drink much while I was pregnant with her.
Heh… hmm. So, uh, yeah, I guess Britt’s lack of a filter is finally rubbing off on me and now the only people I could possibly be around in person live like 2,000+ miles away and I just cannot move to Florida.
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February 29, 2008 @ 5:15 am
Some ob/gyns actually do tell their patients that a glass of wine is okay for pregnant women.
February 29, 2008 @ 5:26 am
You cannot count us as adults you’re “around”. Unless you come visit.
And, yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you.. jokes about torture and maiming are best kept on the down low.
February 29, 2008 @ 6:44 am
:wine: Look absolutely nothing wrong with this!!
My mother was instructed to drink a glass of red wine every night before bed when she was pregnant with me. My Dr. told me to have a glass of red wine every night to help stimulate milk production. So on top of me being a wino infant, my kids were wino babies!
Have some more… :wine:
February 29, 2008 @ 8:28 am
A glass of wine a day is recommended by every ob/gyn I ever saw when pregnant. They can’t all be wrong.
Coffee isn’t the devil for pregnant women anymore either. If the woman have a really heavy addiction to it (to caffeine period), quitting cold turkey would harm the fetus more than if she kept drinking it.
February 29, 2008 @ 9:45 am
Avi - I do know this. Really. But, when you are around people who are of the mind that “OMG, NO ALCOHOL IF YOU ARE PREGNANT!!!” You feign ignorance and smile… a lot.
Miss B - I can count you as anything I want. SO THERE!
And, you ALWAYS laugh at my torture and maim jokes. And, if someone DOESN’T laugh, I really see this as being more of their problem.
Trish - I know that, you know that, but I’m telling you - THEY (society, I suppose) are trying to convince these younger people that alcohol is bad. How does society expect new parents to maintain their sanity otherwise?
Marissa - actually, they say the same thing about smoking too. Quitting cold turkey because you are pregnant can be more stressful on the fetal person than the smoking to begin with.
Which makes me wonder…
Hey Britt… you smoke… what did your OBGYN say about it when you were pregnant with Emma?
February 29, 2008 @ 10:55 am
Isn’t it great when diarrhea of the mouth strikes? This is why I avoid folks.
February 29, 2008 @ 1:13 pm
I personally find jokes about maiming and torture to be hysterical. Maybe you should move to Vegas?
February 29, 2008 @ 1:25 pm
Hey! Back off Crazy! If that bitch moves anywhere it’s FLORIDA!
February 29, 2008 @ 10:46 pm
That is funny. My oldest son (25) told me last night that I seemed excited when I talked to his In laws, actual other adults.
I see it as passion, as in passionate about what I was communicating.
Children!
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