Caution to the wind: stormy with a sunny spell

Last night I find myself unexpectedly part of a "girls' night" at Audrey's house.
I say unexpectedly, because, you know, I should have been at the clinic by now, or the baby should have been out or walking or breaking his first tooth or...

Anyway.
We have a good laugh and I indulge in my first session of binge eating in 9 months.
The other girls are reckless on my behalf.
When I ask demurely for an orange juice, someone thrusts a glass of red wine into my hand.
"Drink it!" she orders.
Um, I'm not sure, won't the baby.... ? Will it damage....?
"Drink it!" she orders gleefully. "That boy should be here by now, it's his own fault!"

It's girl power at its most high-pitched.
Predictably, the boy baby does not elect to make an appearance.