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happyTopic: Pregnancy
Today I met with my new Coochie Doc, Gregory DiRocco, M.D. He's a peach. My baby will be born at Hoag Memorial Hospital Presbyterian in Newport Beach, overlooking the blue Pacific. That's right, I will grunt out this puppy with an ocean view.
Right now we are looking at a scheduled induction. I know, I know -- this is contrary to everything my crunchy mommy friends would be advising, but it works for us. We hope to welcome Julia Rose Kathleen to the family on or about Sunday, August 7, 2005.
Life is not predictable, and babies seldom are. Me, I'm a creature of habit and structure. The idea of having a baby on a date certain has a powerful appeal -- maternity leave, care for my sons while I'm in labor, everything falls gloriously into place. Miss Julia may yet throw me a monkey wrench (breathes there a child who hasn't disappointed his or her mother even before birth?) but let me tell you, a tentative schedule is better than no schedule at all.
Oh, and my coochie was pronounced in good working order. I am officially Dr. DiRocco's oldest obstetric patient. Whee! Listen to this, he told the nurse. Forty-four years old and pregnant naturally.
Not just naturally, I pointed out. Accidentally, too. The two of them stared at me. I grinned. It's fun to be science fiction incarnate!
Posted by Gretchen
at 2:12 PM PDT
