Saturday, February 25, 2012

Friday Foetus Blogging, Week 18: Get Santorum Out Of Mommy's Uterus

Moving right along:
Head to rump, your baby is about 5 1/2 inches long (about the length of a bell pepper) and he weighs almost 7 ounces. He's busy flexing his arms and legs — movements that you'll start noticing more and more in the weeks ahead. His blood vessels are visible through his thin skin, and his ears are now in their final position, although they're still standing out from his head a bit. A protective covering of myelin is beginning to form around his nerves, a process that will continue for a year after he's born. If you're having a girl, her uterus and fallopian tubes are formed and in place. If you're having a boy, his genitals are noticeable now, but he may hide them from you during an ultrasound.
In just a little over a week, we hopefully will know if you're a boy or a girl. Intrade currently pegs your chances of being the latter at slightly better than Obama's re-election against Cardinal Santorum, but we thought your big brother was a girl, too. We also fucked up on a couple cats' genders, so you probably shouldn't listen to us. Especially when I'm swearing--Sam's gonna have to be homeschooled just because of the salty language he's learning from the Old Man.

I use bad words pretty casually, but particularly when I'm on a rant. More on that in a moment.

That's you several weeks ago. You had a heartbeat and could flail about. And yet, as I said about your big brother almost 3 years ago:
Seeing this picture oddly reinforced my view that a woman's reproductive freedom is sacrosanct. Sure it looks more like a human and less like a lizard alien now, and it's technically "alive," and I might refer to it as "our baby," but it's still nothing more than a potential person, not actually a human being. The only reason I would have been devastated had we really miscarried this week is because I've invested my emotions in this little, barely defined blob of cells that carry human chromosomes. I *want* it to be a baby.

But it's not a baby. And if Ericka and I didn't want to be pregnant, I wouldn't see it as a baby.
Some people will see a baby because of their religious upbringing and/or emotional filters. And I appreciate that some guys "mourn their lost fatherhood." I encourage them to do whatever they think is appropriate to deal with those feelings and to make sure they don't have to experience them again. I also heartily encourage all of them to fuck right off if they think their personal sense of loss gives them control over my partner.
One who can really fuck off is Rick Santorum:

“Free prenatal testing,” he said, “ends up in more abortions and therefore less care that has to be done because we cull the ranks of the disabled in our society.”

We checked your heartbeat this morning with the little doppler monitor we got in the wake of some serious complications with your brother--Samuel enjoys doing that with us, though he still seems convinced that he's got a baby in his belly, too. This is a habit that began almost immediately after the first time Mommy was in the hospital, even with all the regular testing her doctors did (weekly NSTs, biweekly ultrasounds), just because we wanted Sam so much and were admittedly a bit paranoid about needing to get back to the hospital quickly if things went south. It was during all this that Daddy, who was already pro-choice, became even more adamantly so.

This is your brother today watching the 'nuzh' (snow) come down. He's a real baby. Well, a toddler really now.

Sam beat the odds and made it to EXACTLY 36 weeks, which we were told was only a 50-50 proposition. Fortunately, he got a steroid shot at 25 weeks to make sure his lungs developed in case he had to be delivered early, and we knew his status with all the additional prenatal testing we could only afford because the State paid for it.

If Mr Santorum had his way, we would've been kept in the dark for 11 weeks after the first scare. We wouldn't have known if he was developing properly or needed some other intervention. We would have to put our faith in Mr Santorum's God and see what happens.

So now you'll understand why Daddy curses a lot when that sanctimonious asshole's name comes up. He thinks he has the religious right to tell Mommy what to do with her body, and how to treat our foetuses and babies. Since Santorum violates Godwin's Law quite frequently, I don't feel bad observing that there was another guy who told women what to do.

Anyway, we'll see you when you get here, Number Two. In the meantime, keep at that foetal development. It's a lot of work becoming a baby and a person...


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

On the button, Hutton!Jenny

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