Posted on 06/25/2006 1:02:39 PM PDT by Coleus
Two fuzzy heartbeats—our doctor pointed to the black-and-white monitor of the ultrasound machine, and we both squinted and pretended to see what he was talking about. A lima bean, we thought, with a smaller lima bean next to it? Sensing that we weren’t getting it, he punched a few keys and suddenly the small exam room at Cornell’s Center for Reproductive Medicine and Infertility filled with a rapid-fire thump-thump-thump-thump: our embryos on speakerphone. So wait, it had worked? Twice? When we still didn’t say anything, our other doctor piped up: “This is good news, you guys.”
How did we feel? Relieved, more than anything, that we didn’t have to face starting all over again with fertility injections. And then . . . shocked that there were, in fact, two of them in there. Given that we’d done in vitro fertilization (IVF), twins were a predictable outcome. But we hadn’t allowed ourselves to believe it would actually happen.
When we decided to get pregnant, we had imagined a far simpler scenario. We had expected to control the process the way we thought we controlled everything else in our tidy yuppie lives. We felt happily married. We had pretty good jobs. We had a new apartment with an extra bedroom. Having a kid was the natural next step. In a sense, we were merely being swept up in the generational tide, but we also genuinely envied our friends with kids and liked being around them. This is what we wanted.
For ten years, Sarah had, via the Pill, put her reproductive system on hold, assuming that it would resume normal service when she wanted it to, right on cue.
(Excerpt) Read more at newyorkmetro.com ...
The article points out the extreme narcissism of all of these people. Can't get pregnant? They demand it. More than they want? "Reduce" the pregnancy. One woman says having one child is a step up from having a goldfish. It's only a child if the parents want it. If they don't, just flush it, like a goldfish.
We always seem to have two in diapers, no matter how old they get!
That's fast! My closest pair are 17 months apart, and the least close are 3 years.
ONZ, these people named their daughters "Scarlett" and "Orly." That is EVIL!
Oh, my.
I like "Aquanetta" better; at least it's not so unspeakably elitist.
On the subject, I ran into a checker named "Porche" yesterday at Wal-mart. I didn't realize what was wrong with it until I sat behind at Porsche at a stoplight today!
Dr. Evans on page 5 is seriously creepy.
That wasn't the point. The woman who made the goldfish comment was dissing parents who had single births as not being that busy compared to a mother who has twins.
Actually that was the point. The whole article is about selfisness. It's all about how "I" wanted kids when "I" wanted them. "I" tried to manipulate human nature and when that didn't work to "My" satisfaction "I" demanded children and when "I" had too many or one was defective "I" took on God's job and "reduced" my pregnancy.
It's disgusting.
Of all the gifts my parents have given us, including college education for us all, by far the one we all most appreciate is their gift of siblings, and lots of them.
I pray God will bless you with another child, in the way He sees fit.
My college roommate started crying while reading the list of side effects of the pill before she started it, to treat her ovarian cysts. Three women died during the first test run of the pill, all they did was alter the dosage.
When I was in my 20s, I can't tell you how many doctors pushed the pill on me. Didn't matter how I felt about it. It was also as expensive as anything (I wonder if that's the real motivation?)
And the real kicker is--of all the women I knew on the pill, 80% of them were significantly overweight and had become so after taking the hormones.
Yeah, I just don't understand why so many women line up to take a pill that makes them more moody, more prone to depression and makes them gain weight.
Back in the '60s when they were first testing birth control pills, they tried one for men and one for women. In the mens' control group, one man experiencd testicle shrinkage. That was it, a male birth control pill was abondoned for the next forty years. (I think they are again researching on) In the womens' control group, three women died and all they did was alter the dosage.
One of nine myself. Mom had six of us before she was thirty and the last was nearly born in the back seat of my Pontiac Catalina as we rushed to the hospital....that was some hairy ride...
Because men won't wrap that rascal.
I'm guessing back in the 60's most, if not all, of the doctors conducting the research were men. And there's your answer.
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