With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year-old friend of mine was able to give birth. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit:I've gotten more forgetful lately, but hopefully won't ever get that forgetful in my "advanced maternal age"! I have to say, seeing news items about pregnant 66 year olds is making me feel like a spring chicken in comparison (even though technically, I am still considered an "elderly gravida.") I'm feeling less nervous about the pregnancy and forthcoming birth in general now, probably because I've passed the 12 week mark, and also because we finally have found the midwife we want to work with (more on that later, but suffice it to say, she's wonderful.) Now, I really need to get back to work (if only I can remember what I'm supposed to be working on...)
"May I see the new baby?' I asked
"Not yet,' she said 'I'll make coffee and we can visit for a while first."
Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked, 'May I see the new baby now?'
'No, not yet,' she said.
After another few minutes had elapsed, I asked again, 'May I see the baby now?'
"No, not yet,' replied my friend.
Growing very impatient, I asked, 'Well, when can I see the baby?'
"WHEN HE CRIES!' she told me.
"WHEN HE CRIES?' I demanded. 'Why do I have to wait until he CRIES?'
"BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM, O.K.?!!'
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I saw this joke on Jennifer Weiner's blog (submitted by her mother's friend and book club member, Lynne Hawkins) and had to share it here: