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Hybrid Thoughts

9/23/2006

The discussion before having babies

My husband and I are in the process of considering children. This has been under consideration for eight years. This year I've finally made the first steps at being more serious about it. I finished reading the book about adoptions. Then I read another book written by adoptive parents. I was all ready for starting the process when I decided to get the final medical opinion that says, "no, you cannot have children." I've known this for several years, and I've been positive about it for a year.

The doctor's appointment was two weeks ago. The news weren't as clear cut as I expected. Turns out that there is indeed a 1% chance I could get pregnant (0% being a miracle, and a 100% being - "you're pregnant").

I've been mentally getting myself ready for raising a 4 year-old and skipping over that infant stage (which I really don't care for and can live without). But now I have to come to terms with the slight possibility that I could indeed end up raising an infant.

Of course the only way that would happen is through IVF treatments, and if I take my sister-in-law's offer to carry our baby. Her offer is six-years old, and she renews it on a regular basis. Meanwhile, she's had three kids.

On the first night of finding out that we could end up having our own child after all, we were lying in bed discussing the future child and all the legal implications of his sister possibly carrying our baby.

Mybrid: "I want to make sure that if it's a male he's circumcized."
Ybrid (Mybrid's husband): "My sister wouldn't oppose it. After all I'm circumcized!"
Mybrid [looking slightly embarrassed, trying not to look retarded]: "???"
YBrid [catching on rather quick, considering we've been married for almost 14 years]: "You know I'm circumcized!"
Mybrid [recalling numerous times he's mentioned it in public, but always wondering if he's lying]: "How am I supposed to know that???"
YBrid [trying to hide his laugh, but can't find any words]
Mybrid [in frustration]: "I grew up in Israel where everyone is circumcized. You were my first! How am I supposed to know what a non-circumcized male looks like? It's not like I can get online look at porn online and run back to the bedroom to compare to yours!"
YBrid [can no longer hold his laughter and is busting out laughing]
Mybrid [feeling slightly hurt]: "What's so funny?! I mean com'n, seriously, how am I supposed to know the difference?"
YBrid: "I dunno. I just have this image of a police line-up and all these men standing there with luggage, and one is wearing a hat!"
Mybrid [in a fit of laughter]: "What do you want me to do, line up all my male friends and check who's wearing a hat?"
YBrid [jumps out of bed, grabs a knitted cap from the top of the dresser and puts it on his head]: "Okay, this is non-circumcized" [pulls cap down all the way on his face] "and this is non-circumcized with an erection!" ...."it's the difference between wearing a t-shirt and a turtle neck!"

4 Comments:

  • This almost sounds like a skit from Saturday Night Live.

    By Blogger Mike, at 2:52 PM, September 23, 2006  

  • Believe it or not, but living with him is like a constant Saturday Night Live.

    By Blogger Mybrid, at 3:26 PM, September 23, 2006  

  • Hmmmm. This may be more than I want to know about your husband. Or you.

    We have talked for years about you adopting children due to your IBS problems, and I hope you finally get to it. You have wasted some wonderful years.

    I hope your holiday was a lovely one.

    Mtrain

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:22 AM, September 24, 2006  

  • Mtrain, for the record - it's not IBS I have, but IBD. You're one letter off, but it's the important letter. The one that signifies I have a disease and not just a syndrome.

    As for wasting wonderful years - wasting is the wrong word to use, considering I did not have any other choice given my health at the time.

    My holiday is great so far. It'll get even better soon!

    By Blogger Mybrid, at 9:55 AM, September 24, 2006  

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