W(h)ine:  Noun or a Verb?  You choose.

I am fast approaching the second big sacrifice for the baby:  Less of the noun wine and more of the verb.  I've been keeping an ovulation chart and although I can tell when I've had a glass (or two!) of wine the night before, I can't tell when I'm ovulating!  My basal temperature is just hopping all over the place due to the wine.  So next month, there will be more verb whine-age and less of the fun stuff.

The really depressing part is that it's not just one month.  When one starts counting pregnancy and nursing, that's about 1 to 1 1/2 years of serious whining.  Tack on the absence of any caffeine enhanced joy, and I'm going to be missing my daily chemically enhanced mood swings.  Flat affect.  What's the point of that? 

On a ligher note, two water engorged zucchini were spotted yesterday.  A real harvest!  I'm going to grate them and incorporate them into a sauteed spinach side dish for dinner tonight.

Dave's home for work today.  Flat on his back with a lower back injury due to hoisting the picnic basket over a puppy gate.  I'm not the only one who finds those things dangerous. 

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