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i didn't even have to use my a.k.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Not just a good day but, so far, a good week: on Monday, first sight of Elder the Even Younger when we went for the 13-week scan (pictures to be posted as soon as I can get the scanner working). Learned to our relief that ETEY has the correct number and configuration of limbs and organs, including functioning kidneys; the nuchal translucency scan (performed routinely here at around the 13-week mark) also bounced back some pretty favourable stats. ETEY is also, it turns out, long in the body (the sonographer asked if I was sure of my dates) and an uncooperative little bugger to boot – on both counts, just like his/her elder sister. And I'm also carrying him/her quite high – again, just like Rebecca although this is probably due to my anatomy rather than ETEY's. Let's hope he/she can at least defy precedent by finding the appropriate egress when the time comes.

Not quite as cool, but exciting for me, is that the book I've been co-editing and shepherding into print over the past couple of months is due off the presses early next week, just in time to spend Christmas gathering dust in the annals of the National Library. And, more significantly, in time for the funding allocated for its publication not to disappear in a puff of smoke on the stroke of midnight on 31 December, hurrah! Many thanks are due to Jack and Maire for stellar and indispensable help with both laying-up and calming down along the way. And I don't want to hear anything about the book's 'birth': as I've argued at length in my PhD and many times since, the appearance of a book and the birth of a baby are NOT THE SAME THING and anyone who tries to claim that they are is being very tedious indeed.

On a entirely unrelated topic, many congratulations to Maire and Rodger on the safe arrival of Ada Olive, born in the wee small hours of this morning. Can't wait to meet her!

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