aka "the doctor,"
if you say "trust me" in reference to childbirth one more time swear to baby jeebus I will throw one of the wired stuffed zebras I have on my desk from various customers at your head. full force.
I get that you had two kids, 20-some years ago. I get that you *might* have some experience with drugs (no doubt...). But I hate that you are smug about it. It makes me want to smush humble pie all over your face. It makes me never want to announce my pg. Ever. Until I deliver. And even after that.
love, Kitty.
[I'll go eat my lunch and STFU about it now.]
OMG she just mentioned Irish Twins. now I'm laughing, and that makes me feel better.

