Rebellion in Epping!

SX News is has reported that CAAH (Community Action Against Homophobia) and Rebellion are joining forces to form a group on the Northside.

The launch is at the Eastwood Hotel, this monday night (4th June) at 7.30pm. We won’t be there till a bit later, but if you’re in the area, and you’d like to show your support, you’d be very welcome.

In Lara news, I finally made it to a knitting group this afternoon. The Courthouse group has apparently been thriving without me, which is wonderful, but it was even more wonderful to be there and be part of it. Despite feeling green.

WTF?!

What does this mean?

My take is that the (UK) government is putting the frighteners on pregnant women.

“The Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists says there is no evidence that a couple of units once or twice a week will do any harm to the baby.”

Now, I am hardly advocating that pregnant women should get on the sauce, but it would seem to me that this is an unwarranted level of control over women’s bodies. I dare say that most of our mothers had a shandy or two while pregnant, and worse still, cigarettes!

I haven’t touched a drop since before I learned I was pregnant, but I drank far to much on my wedding anniversary (when I was pregnant but didn’t know it). I am also open to the idea of a white wine spritzer later in my pregnancy (when and if the idea stops making me gag), and I resent that this is being done in such a heavy handed manner. What might be more intelligent, is tackling a problem that is a massive health threat – like smoking.

In Ampersand news, I saw my GP yesterday, and got the results of the blood test from the hospital last week. Elevated liver enzymes (from puking so much), and an elevated white blood cell count. GP suspected an infection, and sent me off to the SAN clinic to speak to an obstetrician.

I’ve been given a new drug called Restavit – it’s an over the counter insomnia medication, which is apparently very effective for nausea of pregnancy (I refuse to call it morning sickness if it won’t confine itself to mornings). I fell asleep before I could take it last night, and have had another rotten day today, but I am hopeful for tomorrow.

He reckons that 14 weeks is the magic number for feeling better – not 12 as popular opinion would have it. I also spoke to the midwife at the clinic, who agreed with the doctor about the 14 week thing. She has also given me a phone number for the social worker at Hornsby Hospital, so that I can call and make an appointment before I book in to the hospital (which is not until the 14th of June).

Thursday night we did a tour of the birthing unit, and were pretty happy with the facility, but for one small detail. They like you to check out 24 hours after giving birth. They will extend it to 48 hours, but no more unless there are exceptional circumstances. I’m no fan of hospitals, and thought I would be keen to get out, but that sounds just a we bit harsh….

More Abortion Stuff

I haven’t read Freakonomics, but I have heard quite a bit about it, and am intrigued by the book. So I was interested to see Kris link to the Frekonomics blog today. One post struck me as interesting, but missing something.

This post talks about the rapid decline in Down’s Syndrome births since routine testing became available, but questions the almost universal decision to abort when faced with a positive test result. Many sides of the issue are discussed, but what is not mentioned is the long term care that many such infants will need. For me, the overwhelming deciding factor is not wanting to die and leave a dependant child who has never known a life away from home. I’m not going to live forever, so having a dependant at age 37 that will still need care in their 50’s is not rational.

Luckily, my test results have been analysed in conjunction with my blood test, and the adjusted result is a 1:934 chance of Down’s, and greater than 1:5000 chance of the other syndromes tested for.

And in unrelated news, mum bought me a maternity bra today. An E cup. E for FREAKING ENORMOUS!

Situational homosexuality?

From the Greens e-brief this week;

Kerry went to Villawood Detention Centre to visit a young Pakistani man and his same-sex partner, Ali Humayun who has been held for over two years. He is under high-security, but has no criminal history of any kind. Ali is the only openly gay detainee at Villawood (his partner has been released). Whilst persecuted by detainees and guards, Ali fears worse back in Pakistan. Ali has been refused protection on the basis that his sexuality is situational – the result of being detained. Kerry’s visit has brought media attention: http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/bisexuality-a-result-of-detention-detainee-told/2007/05/08/1178390312281.html, and she will take the case to the Minister for Immigration.

By that logic, I must be situationally heterosexual, because I’ve never been locked up with a hundred lesbians. I’ve been to a few parties though…

Just in case you want a better picture of what life is like if you’re gay in Pakistan, click here.

Unemployment – the pros and cons

Pros

  • I can stop stressing about my impossible work situation
  • we can probably manage on one wage
  • I have supported Mark through uni, so it’s not unfair
  • I could do study, start a business, take more pictures
  • I can spend time taking care of myself and my family
  • I can play in the garden, grow food for us, and get fitter
  • I can relax and enjoy my pregnancy, can concentrate on positive things
  • I can stop stressing about my impossible work situation

Cons

  • poverty, which will mean –
  • – a yarn diet
  • – it will be hard to buy all the stuff we need for Ampersand
  • – it will have to drink water at the pub on sundays
  • – we can’t have cable tv
  • – no new laptop every few years
  • – OMG, what if Apple bring out a new iPod????
  • – no more take away
  • – very rare restaurant meals
  • – can’t buy Crocs in every colour
  • a vague feeling of letting someone down.  Mark will support me whatever I decide, and I expect that most people in my life would too.  But there is also worry that this choice might not be acceptable.  We know that the superwoman myth is just a myth, but there is still enormous pressure on women to be perfect mothers, keep perfect homes, and also be great providers too.  And I just don’t think I can do that.  I think being a mother is going to be a huge job.  Pregnancy has been a fairly large job so far…

Bastardry

This post is about birth defects, and abortion. Strong opinions and upsetting subjects are aired within. Please don’t read on if you are easily upset.

Sally told me about this the other day, but I couldn’t find any info on the intertron about it.

A minor in Ireland has been prevented from leaving the country in order to obtain an abortion. That’s a pretty awful story, but that sort of thing is probably quite common in countries that do not allow elective terminations. The complicating factor in this case is that the foetus has a condition that means it cannot live for more than a few days after birth.

Sheer bastardry.

Nobody wants to have an abortion. Nobody seeks out the experience. Nobody has the procedure and then gets on with their life without consequences, depression, insomnia, feelings of worthlessness, fear for future fertility – there are many and varied repercussions, most of them long term, and very unpleasant. It is a painful, and impossibly difficult choice for most women, and none of us has the right to judge from outside.

But surely, even the most rabid right to lifer has to admit that giving birth to a child without a brain, that cannot survive a week after birth, is far worse?

As I prepare for my 12 week scan, the scan that will give me a probability that Ampersand has a serious genetic problem, these sorts of issues have been in my mind a lot. Even though I have a very fixed idea of what I will do if the baby has a serious problem, it is not a decision I could take lightly, and I could never tell another woman how she should react in similar circumstances.

A decision like this is for each of us to make on our own, with our own individual circumstances. None of us could say how we would feel, or what we would do in these devastating circumstances, but my heart goes out to this young girl who has had this difficult choice taken away from her.