Smorgasbord

• Thanks for all the thoughts on that silly article. It seems that many of us have made a similar journey from sentiment to cold, harsh reality, even Eurydice, who did end up going the home birth route. As you put it, Eurydice, the really annoying thing about that article was its stupidity (i.e. the focus on fine home furnishings). That shallowness irritates, as the experience--whether innocent or haunted by loss--will never be shallow for us.
  
  
• I have been having the oddest dreams lately. In one, I was suddenly issued a roster of students for a class I only vaguely remembered agreeing to teach, on the history of funk, oddly enough (not my specialty; I'm as WASP as you get). The kids started filing in with all these weird craft projects to represent, say, Detroit's funk scene and its evolution, and I had no.idea.at.all. what I was supposed to do.
  
  Then, last night, I dreamed I was five or six months pregnant. This was not the focus of the dream, however, because I was kidnapped along with a bunch of Mongolian children by some sort of terrorists. They were somewhat lame terrorists, and I was oddly calm and collected, caring for the children, forgoing food to feed them (yeah, as if I would ever be so saintly when gestating), disputing the terrorists' assertions, etc. The oddest thing was how in my dream, it felt so natural to be pregnant and caring for children. Not my default state at all.
  
  
• Wish me luck and my last blood test today.
  
  
• ETA: AAAAAAHHH! hCG=13.5. Nurse Sweetie suspects I'm injecting microdoses on the sly (we laugh a lot together). So now I ask that you wish that I be completely unpregnant come Dec. 1 (my next b/t, may it be the last!).