The Dispatch, via it's This Week subsidiary has decided to experiment with these new-fangled 'blogs' by allowing anonymous authors to post all kinds of weird things that they would never allow in print.
Some parents go so far as to decide that having a blissful utopian
birth is only possible in their own home. This idea doesn't boggle my
mind. It infuriates me.
Move your lips and read along with me: birthing a child at home is a
Bad Idea. There is a reason why medical interventions were invented,
and it's that the natural way Doesn't Always Work. And when it doesn't
work, it doesn't work in a big way.
Wow, I don't even know where to begin, but I know a few people who do....
Never thought anyone would combine the two, did you? Wired's Bodyhack blog passes on the story that European soccer stars are saving their kid's umbilical cords to bank against a future career-saving treatment based on the stem cells.
I can't think up any more subjects to quickly describe how we are sitting around on our butts waiting for this baby. I'm phoning in work today so that Jane can relax a bit. We went to the midwives last night and Jane is progressing nicely. She even got a little, tiny bit of bloody show.
Joey, who wants to "look in the hole" at the baby got to ask the "if girls don't have penises, how do they pee?" question, which kept he and I occupied for the last half of the meeting. Nice to have such a discussion in a room full of women on good terms with those subjects, and in a room with lots of cutaway drawings of female anatomy. Other Joey questions from the meeting: "Why does the baby come out of the butt?" (this was the beginning of the process that got us to the no penis discussion) "Why does it look like a tree?" (looking at the milk ducts in the breast cutaway)
So, again: Home today. Still no baby. So let's see what happens.
ecto says I'm listening to Don't Let's Start from the album "They Might Be Giants" by They Might Be Giants (For those in the know, this is the song that Joey calls "The Cat Food Song."