Meds

Vitamins.

Bitter herbs.

Kan “Dynamic Warrior” dietary supplements.

I’m taking more “pills” on my eastern medicine regime than I do with western medicine practices.

What’s up with that?

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While we’re on the topic, friends have been asking: Any baby news?

“Not yet,” I said to one a few weeks ago. “I’m going to acupuncture, tracking days, sending up prayers, overloading on organic vegetables.”

“Have you tried the ‘get drunk’ method?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“Maybe you should,” she suggested.

“Maybe we should try the get drunk method,” I told Ron later that night.

“We have,” he said.

"We have?” I gave him a “when-did-we-do-that” look.

“Yeah. Why do you think I opened the bottle of white last week?”

“I thought you were being romantic…you were trying to get me toasted?”

“I thought it would help you relax,” he said.

Huh. I do remember that night. I was sort of surprised because the man never opens wine. We have these lovely bottles we’ve accumulated over the years as Christmas gifts or trips to wineries or whatever and they sit in our wine rack where they are, I’m sure, exposed to way too much heat and sunlight. If I mention opening one, Ron always says something like, “That’s such a nice bottle! Jeff and Gail gave it to us. Or we bought that at the Mt. Vernon wine festival. Or [insert excuse here]. We should save it for a special occasion.”

“Hello. Remember Sideways?” I’ll say. Miles practically ruined his best bottle of wine because he waited so long to drink it.

Given this history, you think I would’ve known something was up when he whipped out the chardonnay, especially because he actually chilled it first and in addition to not being the type of guy that opens our wine, he’s also not much of a planner.

Anyway…it didn’t work. Any other ideas?