I’m exhausted and Doodles decided to have a nap-free Wednesday, so while the mother’s helper is here, I’m hiding out in my office with a bag of Double Stuf Oreos, which will make me feel better right up to the point when they start making me feel sick. And I’ll quit eating them about five Oreos after that. So today you will get a random, free association blog…<\/p>\n
…I had my first trimester genetic screening. I begged during the ultrasound for them to tell me the sex, but the doctor insisted it was too early to tell. I think it’s just a plot to make me suffer more. The results were really good. Good enough that I’ll skip having an amnio (I am advanced age, after all, so they’re required to offer me an amnio). For my age, the odds of having a child with Down’s Syndrome are 1 in 175. From my test results, my personal odds are 1 in 1,741, which is lower than those of a twenty year old. The odds of Trisomy 18 for my age are 1 in 449, but my odds are less than 1 in 10,000. Considering that the odds of a complication from an amnio are 1 in 250, I think we’re on the right track…<\/p>\n
…Doodles is entering the language explosion phase. And he’s adorably messing up his words. We have a ton of Sesame Street books and stuff, and he can correctly identify Elmo (what 18 month old these days can’t?), Bir’, Cookie (of course), and Ernie and “Burp.” He can mimic back, “I wuv you,” which I milk for all it’s worth. Adam finally figured out that “B! B!” is Doodles way of asking for his laptop. Doodles loves saying, “Ahtchoo!” when we sneeze…<\/p>\n
…I just finished copyediting a porn novel. Gotta say, it wasn’t nearly as interesting a job as I would have thought it would be…<\/p>\n
…This pregnancy is completely different from the last. I’ve been really queasy and nauseous this time around. More lower back pain. Probably the same amount of exhaustion…<\/p>\n
…When I’m not feeling sick, though, I tend to forget I’m pregnant. With Doodles I devoured every Baby Center<\/a> e-mail and scoured the sites checking for daily pregnancy calendars. Now, every few weeks, I think, “Hmm, I should check in one of my many pregnancy books for a refresher on what’s happening.” And once in every four of those times I actually remember to do it….<\/p>\n …Okay, I’ve hit the point where the Oreos are making me sick. Hmmm, wonder how many more that means I’ll eat?…<\/p>\n