By the way, the hubby and I weighed yesterday. He lost 6 pounds, and I lost 4.8. Good thing, because I was so cranky, headachey, and hungry on Sunday night, that I almost abandoned the whole damn thing.
I’m all good now.
You’re Jacking With Evolution July 29, 2008
Recently, a friend told me that he and his wife are going to use in vitro fertilization to help them conceive a second child. Apparently, the wife’s age (37) and endometriosis are keeping them from adding to their family. I sympathize, really, I do. Now, the fact that her insurance covers not one but TWO in vitro treatments burns my ass, because that’s the equivalent of elective surgery. You don’t NEED to conceive. You WANT to. And why should we all pay higher premiums because you can’t have your way?
I am vehemently opposed to using any kind of fertility drugs, in vitro, or whatever to have a baby. Is this easy for me to say because I’ve already had one by natural means? Sure, but I held this belief before. I was truly at peace with not being able to conceive. At 33, how many women do you know that have never even had a pregnancy scare? I hadn’t, so I thought, maybe I just can’t get pregnant.
Now that the hubby and I are trying for child number two, I still hold this belief. If I can’t get pregnant, that’s okay. Not preferable, but okay. If there is some physical reason you or your partner (and I’m talking strictly heterosexuals here who should, in theory, be able to make a baby between (ahem) them) cannot conceive, then accept that. His sperm isn’t up to snuff? Her insides are a rocky place where his seed can find no purchase? Well, deal with it. If you want a child that badly, then adopt. There are thousands and thousands of children in this world who need good homes and to be spared living with some freak like Rosie O’Donnell.
Believe me, I get it that you want to make your own baby. But sometimes, that’s not possible. By circumventing fertility problems in a lab, you are perpetuating whatever health problem is keeping you from conceiving in the first place.
Okay, so you were able to trick your body by pumping it full of hormones, and now ta da! You’ve got triplets. What do you think the odds are of them being able to have children? Your selfishness has diluted your children’s genetic makeup even further, and in all likelihood, the buck stops with them. Can you live with that? I can’t. Your lab baby may grow up to be the man my daughter falls in love with and can’t have children with.
Enjoy the fact that you don’t ever have to use birth control, and get on an adoption list. Get on ten if you have to. There’s a place for your need to have a child. And it’s not in a clinic with a doctor who’s playing creator.
More Vodka, Please July 29, 2008
Per the previous post, I can drink for another month. Since I’d run out of vanilla vodka, picked up another gallon on Saturday. I might as well enjoy myself until we conceive, right? And let’s be honest: if I feel thinner, I feel sassier, and therefore, friskier. If I feel thinner AND have a few cocktails, well, it’s ON.
Cheers, baby!
Skinnier Jeans vs. Baby July 29, 2008
This round, the skinnier jeans win. No baby yet, so I will continue on the Weight Watchers regime.
Just so you know, I’d prefer the baby, but I’ll take the smaller clothes in the interim.
Crazy Talk? July 24, 2008
I like Nashville. Really, I do. But, the restaurant scene here blows. Coming from a place like Chicago, of course the selection is much smaller, but that’s no excuse for the prices to be comparable with such mundane offerings. The food here is so mediocre that the hubby and I regularly fantasize about opening our own restaurant. Are we nuts? Maybe, but if you’re gonna bust your ass for an employer, it might as well be you. Our place would only be open for breakfast and lunch (there’s a real dearth of diners and reasonably close breakfast joints here), and we’d serve all the stuff we like. Cracker Barrel is fine, but I’m OVER it, you know?
How on earth would we do this with a toddler at home and our current efforts to expand the brood? Well, we haven’t gotten that far. But it sure is fun to think about while having coffee or drinks on the deck, far away from hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and no jerkoff employees to depend on.
