Remember when that woman had twins the day before her 57th birthday, and everyone was talking about how wrong that was? I saw a story the other day about a 55-year-old woman who was a gestational surrogate for her daughter and son-in-law and gave birth to triplets. I haven't heard anything but praise for this woman. So what we're supposed to get from all of this is that it's selfish to use ART to have babies for yourself at a "non-traditional" age, but it's noble to use ART to have babies for someone else at that age.
My pregnancy is humming along. I'm 22 weeks and 5 days today. Cystic acne? Check. Backaches? Check. Irritability? Check. How am I going to make it through the remaining 4 1/2 months? It's better than the alternative. Every day gets me closer to a healthy child, so I'm trying to detach from my impatience. Uh, right.
A co-worker of a friend's friend just named her baby Evyn. Poor boy.
My orthodontist claims that my teeth may get some time off for good behavior, so my braces may come off before I have the baby! Woo-hoo! They don't hurt anymore, but they do make my teeth itch constantly, so I'll be ecstatic when they're gone.
I've just performed an episiotomy on the too-tight neck of the offending Old Navy pajamas, so let's hope they fit over El Chico's head tonight. Note to generous relatives for the future: Children's Place pajamas good, Old Navy pajamas bad.
Here's something odd: I was watching one of those ubiquitous weight-loss shows the food and health channels always run at the new year, and I realized that I am actually looking forward to the process of losing the babyweight once the first few months are over. Isn't that strange? It's almost as if I'm craving the thrill of the hunt.