After drinking
enough diet coke for four different pee sticks, and my jaw going through the floor after reading the positive results on each one, I resolved to the fact that I was indeed pregnant.
Not exact matches
I stuck to my strongly caffeinated British tea and
diet coke at lunch, just
enough caffeine to give me a quick hit to get through the afternoon.
That's what I wore last Friday, and it was a good consolation on a busy day when the office was too cold, and the
diet Coke not strong
enough.