I had two milestones in mind before starting this blog. 1) I wanted to wait until Marta had made it through her first trimester and 2) I wanted to see Romney safely retired from public life.
The two are not as distinct as you might think. The majority of miscarriages occur in the first trimester. So waiting a couple months to share our good news with the blogosphere was, as H.W. Bush liked to say, “prudent.” As for the demise of ol’ Romney, perhaps just a quote will suffice:
“Some gays are actually having children born to them. It’s not right on paper. It’s not right in fact. Every child has a right to a mother and father.” (From a 2005 speech in South Carolina)
I am much more hopeful now than I was a week ago. Obama is far from perfect, but at least he’s in touch with reality. Balduino, our nickname for the little kumquat growing inside of Marta, is bound to have his faults as well. For one, I’m sure he’ll have to go to the bathroom now and then. He’ll likely also cry. He might even grow up to be a social conservative. But at least we know, as of our last ultrasound, that he is in the possession of two well-formed legs, two equally serviceable arms, a giant noggin and, most importantly, a beating heart.
Call me a compromiser, but I’m satisfied enough with these results.
Dear readers, please join me in welcoming Balduino the Kumquat to his* 14th week of womb-life. May he have 27 more.
He is sucking his thumb here, by the way. Earlier in the ultrasound he was dancing, but the nurse practitioner couldn’t see to get that on film.
*We have no idea what the little guy’s gender is so please be prepared: Female gender indicators may be used interchangeably with male ones at any moment during this blog.