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January, 1979. My mother finds out she's pregnant (with me!) right before the Super Bowl. Although she's annoyed* that she can't drink at the party, she is delighted at the Steelers' exciting victory over the Cowboys.
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January, 2009. I find out I'm pregnant right before the Super Bowl. Although I cannot drink at the party, I am delighted by the Steelers' exciting victory over the Cardinals.
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And, of course, excited and gleeful about this pregnancy! Everything so far looks healthy, I haven't had morning sickness (hooray!), and I'm due sometimes between Sept. 29 and Oct. 4, depending on which ultrasound you believe.
Anyway. Uh. So that's what I've been up to -- writing my thesis and gestating another human being.
* Seriously, anytime Super Bowl XIII comes up, my mother always says to me, "I had just found out I was pregnant with you and was annoyed that I couldn't drink!" It's the standard refrain. So instead of flat-out telling her I was pregnant, I tried to elicit this line from her, first. Unfortunately, I underestimated her capacity for Steelers trivia, so we went round in circles talking about the Rams and the Cowboys (while the eeee! looked on in exasperation) before she finally said it. I replied, "So then you should be sympathetic to the fact that I won't be drinking for this game!" She gasped, "Are you pregnant?" "YES!" Okay, you maybe had to be there.
January, 2009. I find out I'm pregnant right before the Super Bowl. Although I cannot drink at the party, I am delighted by the Steelers' exciting victory over the Cardinals.
And, of course, excited and gleeful about this pregnancy! Everything so far looks healthy, I haven't had morning sickness (hooray!), and I'm due sometimes between Sept. 29 and Oct. 4, depending on which ultrasound you believe.
Anyway. Uh. So that's what I've been up to -- writing my thesis and gestating another human being.
* Seriously, anytime Super Bowl XIII comes up, my mother always says to me, "I had just found out I was pregnant with you and was annoyed that I couldn't drink!" It's the standard refrain. So instead of flat-out telling her I was pregnant, I tried to elicit this line from her, first. Unfortunately, I underestimated her capacity for Steelers trivia, so we went round in circles talking about the Rams and the Cowboys (while the eeee! looked on in exasperation) before she finally said it. I replied, "So then you should be sympathetic to the fact that I won't be drinking for this game!" She gasped, "Are you pregnant?" "YES!" Okay, you maybe had to be there.
