My cousin's wedding was today. I'm glad they had a beautiful day for it. I forgot when it was after I decided it wasn't feasible to be two hours from home with busy summer traffic this close to my due date.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm glad I'm in good company in the elderly parent club. I turned 38 at this last birthday, and TCG will be 48 in September.
I turn 40 next Friday, and M is 45. Advanced Maternal Age for the win!
juliana, has anyone referred to your pregnancy as a geriatric pregnancy? Because that's fun.
"Geriatric pregnancy", hell. I have a friend who had two kids after she turned 50.
juliana, has anyone referred to your pregnancy as a geriatric pregnancy? Because that's fun.
No, but I know my friend in Minneapolis who was 38 when her son was born got to hear that. Kaiser Permanente is Very Serious about Not Using That Term (I asked, out of curiosity). I think the relatively higher maternal age in SF has something to do with that.
I think the relatively higher maternal age in SF has something to do with that.
Emmett's mom was 38 when she had him and she was the youngest mother-to-be her OB/GYN was seeing at the time.
Emmett's mom was 38 when she had him and she was the youngest mother-to-be her OB/GYN was seeing at the time.
Data from 2010 says that the median age of mothers giving birth in SF was 33, so that sounds about right. My OB/GYN is very emphatic about my age not be anything to worry about. (Or something like that. I just got up.)
In conclusion, sj's docs should take a page from SF's OB/GYN practices.
In conclusion, sj's docs should take a page from SF's OB/GYN practices.
It wasn't my doctor. It may have been one of the genetic counselors. I can't remember. My hospital only has a maternity ward for high risk patients, so I see a lot of older mothers, but the classes were for both branches of my hospital, so there were much younger mothers to be there. Other than us the only people that asked any question was one other couple that seemed closer to our age than the rest (or at least the husband was, the wife looked younger).
They certainly called mine geriatric, which I thought was ridiculous.
Being lazy today. Reading. I did make some chili and did some laundry earlier, but my pump wasn't stopping running so I asked step-dad to take a look and a pipe has a little leak. He and the guy who does plumbing stuff around here are going to the races this afternoon. So I told them to forget about it until morning. My mom's house is right next door for water. Also, good excuse to be lazy the rest of the day.
I also think "incompetent cervix" my mother's condition that started this whole CP odyssey, carries more of a value judgement than is strictly necessary. It sounds like the cervix was the boss' daughter and took a lot of weekends off. Maybe "insufficient" might say the same thing without being all "macht schnell" about it. My brother tried to make me feel good yesterday by telling me "it was lucky that I have my brain." I like my brain, too, but somehow lucky doesn't really come to mind anymore. Also, it sounds like he feels lucky that he doesn't have to put up with my drooling or making sounds for no reason or whatever the Special Olympics crowd traumatized him about when he was a small child. Hard to know what to say about that.