I talked to my friend and very nervously, haltingly said, "I think last night's conversation got hard for me because, uh, there was alcohol involved. We should make sure, uh, if there's alcohol going on when I go into labor, you know, spontaneously (ha ha)... you should tell me."
She laughed and said, "of course!"
So that was a non-issue.
Why can't I just do a better job of protecting my boundaries before they feel trampled???
I'm sure that you all are much nicer people than me... but just in case you ever have evil moments... I'd like to share with you a song that I was introduced to while nursing 180 Jewish adolescent campers through a swine flu (remember that? high fevers, funky cough) epidemic.