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.

My mother once described to me how her OBGYN had described to her what was "wrong" with her lady parts that made childbirth so difficult for her. At the time, I was a tween-ager and even then I was skeptical. Now I know for certain that what he told her, complete with explanatory hand gestures, was utter nonsense, and he probably knew it was nonsense.

He told her that a cervix was supposed to open outward, like a church door, to let the baby out, and her cervix instead swung inward, so the baby had a hard time getting past it. He also told her that the "relaxed" uterus was supposed to fold down and lay backward, and instead hers flopped forward against her bladder, and that was why she had minor incontinence. A gynecologist once told me I had a prolapsed uterus and that was the cause of my menstrual pain, and I believed him. I don't even know what that meant, but subsequent gynecologists, and a couple ultrasounds for fibroids, have assured me that no, my girl parts are totally normal. I wonder where some gynecologists get their licenses from.

"it was lucky that I have my brain."

I've heard this more times than I can count.

The classes were actually a lot of fun an informative yesterday. I learned a lot, especially from the breastfeeding class. And it was fun watching TCG try to diaper, swaddle, and put a onesie on a plastic doll.

I've never been pregnant and it's highly unlikely now that I've been through menopause and going to be 60 and most importantly haven't had sex in years, but it was just a few years ago that a gyro told me that I have a back-tipped uterus. Still not sure what that means.

I had a nurse tell me I had a tilted cervix and that it would make conception difficult. When we moved back down here, my ob-gyn didn't seem that concerned about it. Not that I'm trying to get pregnant.

As far as "having" my brain, I'm glad, I expect, but it's not like anyone sent an owner's manual, and extended warranty, or even "50 Ways To Blow Off Phoenix" which, in many ways would prepare me more than my enjoyment of fiction and literature.

erika, your wonderful brain is not some consolation prize. That just seems like such a weird thing to say.