tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188696.post8830566456984281727..comments2023-09-19T09:40:44.849+01:00Comments on friday films: Split hairs and dangerous cocktailsFriday Filmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872284114968792987noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188696.post-81676529327151808082008-10-03T01:13:00.000+01:002008-10-03T01:13:00.000+01:00I really wish you were here. Or that I was there,...I really wish you were here. Or that I was there, or that someone was somewhere that we aren't. Anyway, yep the blood-glucose test is yucky. <BR/><BR/>I expect you're showing quite a bit by now? It got better for me once I was noticeably and unforgivingly pregnant in a way because at least I felt like something other than simply overweight. <BR/><BR/>It's funny - the people around me found all sorts of completely useless ways to "help" out of love, and out of not knowing what else to do but wanting to do something. I expect that's the same place the drive to fix the fan came from. It got worse after the baby was born. That, and the "helpful advice" from strangers.<BR/><BR/>Keep well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com