happy new year
Yes, as far as I know, I am still pregnant. Since I can't feel anything (other than a little nauseated, incredibly tired and hungry all the time, and like my breasts have been replaced by enormous, pulsing, hot sandbags that hurt from their deepest core.) I have to trust the doctor and ultra-sound technicians on this. I'm about nine weeks along. I've had three ultra-sounds, all of which showed a strong, steady heartbeat and an embryo increasing in size just the way it should.( Actually, now that I'm past eight weeks I get to call it a fetus. Hooray! Recently, though, I keep wanting to call it Simon and Schuster. My friend says that's because carrying it makes me incorporated.)
I graduated from the fertility clinic (which I loved. Any readers in the Chicago area who want to know about it, please drop me a line. They were amazing.) and the day after Christmas GF and I met my dyke ob/gyn. She's delivered two of my favorite colleagues' babies and is straight forward and down to earth, which is exactly what I hoped for. While she didn't do an ultra-sound she did an, uh, more hands on examination and said that I did indeed feel pregnant. (I think her words were, after I anxiously asked, "Oh, yeah, you're pregnant.") My next ultra-sound is in a week, when I'll be about eleven weeks along. Twelve weeks marks the end of the first trimester, when the chance of miscarrying goes down to 5%, but the doctor said if everything looks good next week I can feel pretty confident about this. In the mean time, gf and I are trying to be positive and trying to enjoy the experience of being pregnant, because right now, as far as we know, we are.
So that's my update. I have all sorts of end-of-year things I want to blog about, but I don't know when I'll blog next because I had some GREAT talks with acquiring editors at MLA and they made me want to do a few more revisions on my book proposal (seems less literary is a stronger sell. if that's true, my book is way more done than I had anticipated) and then I need to write the syllabus for that class I'm teaching, starting on, oh, let's see. . .