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Actually, we laughed about it then, but I’m really not the right person to give advice in this particular area. “I just swilled back two bottles of the junk! And the last one was ROTTEN!” “WHAT!” I hollered from her beautifully appointed potty, where I was to spend the next five hours. “The nurse said to take one, maybe two tablespoons, but no more.” Hanging up, Arthetta turned to me with a stricken look upon her face. Quickly my pal dialed, asked the question and then sat down abruptly, her face draining of all colour. “Maybe you should call a prenatal nurse to ask how much is usually administered,” I said, clutching my rumbling stomach.

Sweat had broken out on my forehead and I felt distinctly ill. “Argh!” I shouted, rushing into the bathroom to lean over the sink. It was halfway down before I realized it was RANCID! Presently, I heard the tinkle of her spoon as my bartender prepared a second cocktail. “Whadya mean ‘we.’” I said, with lips still slick from the last allotment. It’s been there a while but – maybe we should have that, too.” She looked at me expectantly. “Okay,” my accomplice said, “I don’t think it’s working, but here’s the deal, I have another bottle of the stuff in my cupboard. Then she peered at me hopefully, waiting for something to happen. “You actually did it,” Arthetta muttered, shaking her head in amazement. I held my breath, put the rim to my lips, tilted my head and poured it back. The oil had risen immediately to the top, and lay there like grease floating in the dishwater of life.

Doubts began to slither forward in my mind like the globules of fat that swirled unpleasantly in the tumbler before me. This was long before the Internet, and pertinent information such as the possible and highly disagreeable outcome of such a deed, or the correct dosage for this foolish endeavor, was not readily available.Īrthetta glugged the entire, oily bottle into a glass, topped it off with orange juice, stirred briskly and handed it over with a winning smile. My friend Arthetta, henceforth referred to as accomplice, bar tender and secret shopper, made the purchase for me, since I felt a little self-conscious buying laxatives at the local pharmacy, lest they probe for details.

Second time round I researched home remedies to induce labour.Įverything I read about it sounded safe, natural and effective and I’d reached my due date, so there were no worries there. I’d lunged through two feet of snow, been driven over the worst bumps in the country and eaten enough spicy food to breathe fire, but nothing had worked to get things going for me.

#TINY NEW YEAR FRESH STARTS BEGINNINGS HOW TO#

Particularly when she was full term and jokingly asked if I had advice on how to get, “the ball rolling.”Īfter my first child had been born two weeks overdue and ten pounds, I decided it wouldn’t happen again. It was a privilege to work with her beforehand and chat about each stage of her pregnancy. This summer one of the teachers at my school had a baby. With that in mind, I wrote a little story on the birth of a child, since there’s nothing that leaves us with brighter expectation and hope. The New Year is always a good time to talk about beginnings and fresh starts.

Tiny new year fresh starts beginnings