I placed a lot of importance on a lot of unimportant skillsets when I was growing up. One of the skills I had that I thought was super awesome was my ability to drink enormous quantities of both beer and hard liquor.
This sad superpower was made stronger by the year I spent living in Belgium where learning how to drink responsibly consisted of learning how to pour a proper draft at voetball fundraising events for the village team I played on. Let me just say that I could drink an out of work miner under the table when I got back to the land of Molson.
In retrospect, this was not so much a skill as an indication of an addictive personality and I'm certainly not proud of a lot the behaviours that I engaged in when I was 19. We're all lucky that I had great parents without whom I would not have gotten through those years as healthy as I am today.
Having said all that, I just did two shots of Fierce Grape Gatorade/ Castor Oil (recipe my own) with 2 ounce chasers of Diet Coke and didn't taste a thing. But *boy* do I feel fierce now!
I have compiled a list of all of the negotiating tools J and I have used to convince le Pork Bun to come out. Castor Oil is the Pitocin of the home birth world. I'm not super excited that it's come to this and have seriously debated it for the past week with Jason. I'll write more about my thoughts when I'm not a ticking time bomb of laxative.