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I went to the doctor today (a whole month gone already!) and everything seems to be going well in spite of my forty-three-year old egg; the best part, though, is that now, at sixteen weeks, I feel so much better than I did a few weeks ago. After my appointment, I called Malkhos.
"Well," I said, "The critter's still alive," sparing him the details of fundal height and so on.
"I didn't think it would be otherwise," he replied, sagely as ever.
"Next time, I get to find out the gender," I said. "So our arguments about what to name this child can begin in earnest."
"Oh, I have that all figured out," he said, sounding almost smug, but I let it pass.
Even Madeline is taking the whole thing much better than before; I was pretty sure her generally cheerful disposition would win out in the end. Once I talked to her about it, it seemed that her greatest fear was that I wouldn't love her anymore--as if I could ever ever do that!--or that I would love her less, somehow, but I suppose that's a normal fear for a four-year-old.
When I got back today, I told her next time I would find out what I was having. "What would you like me to have, Madeline?" I asked her.
She jumped up and down happily. "A dolphin!" she replied. She's always wanted a pet dolphin.
"Well," I said, "The critter's still alive," sparing him the details of fundal height and so on.
"I didn't think it would be otherwise," he replied, sagely as ever.
"Next time, I get to find out the gender," I said. "So our arguments about what to name this child can begin in earnest."
"Oh, I have that all figured out," he said, sounding almost smug, but I let it pass.
Even Madeline is taking the whole thing much better than before; I was pretty sure her generally cheerful disposition would win out in the end. Once I talked to her about it, it seemed that her greatest fear was that I wouldn't love her anymore--as if I could ever ever do that!--or that I would love her less, somehow, but I suppose that's a normal fear for a four-year-old.
When I got back today, I told her next time I would find out what I was having. "What would you like me to have, Madeline?" I asked her.
She jumped up and down happily. "A dolphin!" she replied. She's always wanted a pet dolphin.
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Date: 2010-09-09 06:51 pm (UTC)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rollmops
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Date: 2010-09-12 06:11 am (UTC)Actually given the importance of cod in our history, it's a bit surprising fish isn't more important in Euroamerican cuisine.
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Date: 2010-09-09 06:48 pm (UTC)"But Splash City is closed until next summer, Madeline," I told her. The last day was Labor Day. "The pool has been drained for the year, I'm sure."
"You and me can go there, get the hose, and fill it up!" she said, as if any idiot would know that.
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Date: 2010-09-12 06:02 am (UTC)I've been reading Herodotus lately, and had forgotten how often people did things like give birth to lions in the ancient world. Perhaps having a dolphin isn't so far-fetched.
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Date: 2010-09-14 02:12 pm (UTC)I don't think I can manage a lion, however.