Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Halfway There

Holy hell, how did it get to be March already? February was one long, dark miserable snow storm, with layers of ice freezing over layers of ice on our narrow street. Thank God for In Treatment, (anyone else feeling kind of crushed out on Gabriel Byrne?) or I never would have made it through the winter. You know spring is almost here in my ugly little stretch of Chicago when the ice has thawed enough that the inexplicable chunks of long, curly, reddish brown hair (which I think, hope, pray came from a wig), which were laying in the street in front of my building before the snow fell, begin to reappear. It's almost as moving as that first crocus.

But this week the temperatures are finally crawling back into the forties and with daylight savings making the days longer, everything is seeming much better. I'm officially halfway through my pregnancy this week (20 weeks). Yesterday we had our anatomy scan, a super thorough, 45 minute ultra-sound at the hospital, where they check to make sure the baby has a spine and ribs and a four-chambered heart and a liver and kidneys and bowels, etc. People like to tell you horror stories when you're pregnant, especially when you're of Advanced Maternal Age, and we've heard some doozies, so we went into this feeling mostly like everything was okay, but looking forward to reassurances.

And it's all good, folks. Mrs. Dalloway, who was really more of a Mrs. Joe yesterday, kicked and squirmed like crazy the entire time (guess I shouldn't have pounded that orange juice in the waiting room), so much so that the doctor (a neo-natal specialist, not my regular ob) got a little irritated, and was so rough with the ultra-sound thing when he was trying to get a good picture of the brain that I left with my stomach feeling bruised all over. I felt like apologizing, thinking, I can't believe my child is already misbehaving in public, but I wasn't really sorry, because I didn't like him. When he walked in the room he was looking at my chart with confusion and said something like, "Well, you're not Mrs. Shall I call you Miss, or Ms.?" I said, "You can call me doctor." Then he looked at GF and said, "And are you a friend, or a special friend?" with a sugary intonation on special. Seriously. I hated having his disgusting, hairy arm all over my bare, lubed-up stomach while he moved the ultra-sound around. Happily the first half-hour was with a dykey technician who was chatty and kind and who worked diligently to get the hyper-active baby into a position where we could see the sex, which was the real excitement of the day.

She found it, and I know I shouldn't care, and I would have reported this news with joy and excitement no matter which sex the baby is, but I must confess to being giddily happy to say that Mrs. Dalloway is a

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Blogger Deb Cohler said...

Congrats, Margo!
Glad it all looks good. And I too am always very happy with girlie news (though I shouldn't admit it and I do adore all the little man-children in my world...)
Been thinking of you and the gf and am so glad that all is well.
No MLA in San Francisco for you next December, eh? Or do you want to bring the little nipper for us all to oooh over?

7:45 PM  
Blogger Hilaire said...

Wow, that's amazing!


But god, does that doctor ever sound like an asshole. Who gets irritated with someone else's *fetus*??

7:47 PM  
Blogger Lizzie said...

Yay for the girl news! So happy for you. If you are comfortable, can you send me the name of the RE who got you knocked up and/or the OB you're using now? I'm jencas20009@gmail.com and I'm new to your town (and am of "advanced materal age") and other than the Women's Health Center, have no clue about docs .... THANKS. Lizzie

9:30 PM  
Blogger Flavia said...

Hooray! Many, many congrats to you, GF, and the neo-natal Mrs. D. You'd sure better bring the little bundle of you-know-what to MLA. . .

10:30 PM  
Blogger j.k-c. said...

Congrats on the news of a girl! So exciting!
And I'm sorry that you had such a jerky doc...like our old gyn who asked S if she was my sister on our 2nd visit! We switched docs after that appointment.

8:29 AM  
Blogger squadratomagico said...

Wow... the stuff about that doctor blew my mind! Unbelievable!

Congratulations on a healthy pregnancy!

9:55 AM  
Blogger Maude said...

yea!! congratulations on everything but the prick-ass doctor.

i'm so excited for you! here's to a second half as well as and as healthy as the first!

10:24 AM  
Blogger gwoertendyke said...

hooray hooray hooray!!! i'm SO happy for you both--a girl, a lovely girl, how much fun you will have! i've been missing you so it's nice to hear your bloggy voice. i know this sounds naive of me, but i can't believe you guys continually have to deal with assholes like tech man with hairy arms....how can you resist telling him to FUCK OFF???

thinking of you both, glad it is thawing there, my mom has been calling me fairly regularly in tears this winter. i keep reminding her that it is feb/march in chicago and that it isn't that abnormal, but it hasn't mattered.

take care of yourself and congrats on the halfway mark! can't wait to meet Mrs. Dalloway.

ps: you must send me your address so i can send a gushy baby something...

10:40 AM  
Blogger R said...

CONGRATS!! That's wonderful news!!

10:59 AM  
Blogger NotesFrom2Moms said...

1/2 way through!!! Holy Moly when did that happen?

3:55 PM  
Blogger What Now? said...

Yay for you and GF and little Mrs. Dalloway! Blessings to you all.

10:22 PM  
Blogger JT said...

That's really wonderful news. All wonderful. I found being pregnant so neurosis inducing, so I'm glad you know that every thing is going so swimmingly, so to speak. Hurrah, for Mrs. Dalloway!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Earnest English said...

Congratulations! Halfway through and Mrs. Dalloway is a healthy girl! YAY!

But about this asshole/specialist: Why do we resist the urge to tell him to f*** off? Can you get a new neo-natal specialist? No one needs crap ever, but a pregnant woman should never have to take crap -- especially from someone who appears like a phobic ass. Next! Is there someone to complain to? Can you post something somewhere (we should have the preggolist or something) so other people don't have to put up with his crap? If not, we should start one!

12:25 PM  

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