I just wanted to point out, in response the the articles on abortion after IVF in the New York Times and also in The Daily Beast, the following:
The suggestion from Dr. Josephine Johnston that “these mothers owe it to their team to give the decision to have a baby serious thought beforehand.” because “Women who go through fertility treatment have brought into the process physicians and nurses. They’ve really asked for a lot of help from other people,” is assenine. IVF is the final frontier in fertility treatment. Women seeking the service have usually spent years of thinking about and tens of thousands of dollars on their fertility issues.
Women who recieve IVF and terminate the pregnancy/pregnancies often have to choose whether or not to do so as a matter of preserving either their own life/health, or that of one/some of their babies (since the chances of high-number multiples is higher). This is something that is usually and should be discussed at the onset of any fertility treatments.
It seems to me as though the NYT started this article as a means of stirring up controversy by presenting it as a matter of Making the Public Aware of a Situation, and that the Daily Beast set out to make some headlines by both questioning abd supporting it. Disappointingly, the humanity of the mothers and families involved lacks in both, as the authors have favored politics and self-promotion over the reality therein.
One of the advisors I work with/for has a tendency to ask the same question over and over, trying to get me to give him the answer he wants instead of the actual answer. I’m guessing his prior assistants have not caught onto his attempts to confuse them into agreement.
In the beginning, I pleasantly answered and reanswered, and considered it a workout for my patience.
My coursework and experience in education was an excellent precursor to my ability to do this.
No, though, my patience has worn thin to the extent that it’s non-existant here.
I’ve taken to looking blankly at him.
And giving him the same exact answer as I initially provided, since he’s essentially asking me the same question.
Makes sense to me…
This guy is arguably the “nicest” of the advisors I work with/for, which is definitely a big FAIL for my carreer aspirations.
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Thank you SO much for the outpouring of love and congrats. We are beside ourselves. We’re growing a human. That’s pretty fucking awesome.
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"so. much. boob."
I feel like all of my entries could be tagged as such, especially while I’m also knocked up.
welcome to the (huge boobs) (always tired) (soon to be not as fun as you used to be) (which will make you hate yourself a little) (but somehow still love the baby) or babies, in my case) (even more) CLUB. (which is different from “da club” of yore) (tear)
Tomorrow will be my first day back to work after 10 days in northern Wisconsin with my family.
Since I’ve been accumulating a vacation wardrobe over the last couple of months but (obviously) waited to pack until the night before we left, I hadn’t considered my swimsuit situation, which was a necessary evil when traveling with my skinny little sister and my brother’s flawless-body-having-girlfriend (biatch) (except that she’s really sweet and I love her) (gag).
Boo - I quickly ascertained that all but one of my tankinis had become bikinis; all of my one-pieces were s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and cameltoe machines. Let’s not even go there regarding my bikinis (gag).
Additionally, none of my pants or shorts can button any longer.
I’m officially on my way to elephantitis of the SELF.
My G-cup (pre-pregnancy) (so you know they’re even more humongous now) boobs are nearly dwarfed by my ever-grossening tummy.
To be honest, I’m happy to be en route to looking PREGNANT instead of just chunky(-er).
Good thing I’m pretty sure I’m baking some GORGEOUS babies in there!