“Do you even know how much we dream about that?!”

I do. I dreamed it, too. And now, it’s here, devouring its chew toy.

Don't go blindly into the light!
They’re the nicest folks you’d ever meet. A baronial guy, early thirties, curly Santa Claus beard, but still dark. A vivacious wife; same benighted coloration, but otherwise a mirror opposite of the pervasive “dumb sexpot blond” stereotype. For one, not for her is the junior size 0. And therein lies the crux.
They are nurses. Hawking top sellers at the church bake-offs, Chris boasts of a particularly vicious urinary tract infection bringing two solitudes together by a grumpy old codger’s bedside. They even incorporated it into their wedding vows. Too bad I didn’t get to hear those. But the old codger did. The removal of his catheter and the full restoration of bodily functions hasn’t done much as far as the grumpiness quotient. Failed even the plentiful food.
Presumably plentiful, Chris and Vicky are the self-styled Iron Chiefs. They don’t often patronize restaurants; all but cross themselves passing fast food joints; never buy manager’s specials; stack up on the celebrity cookbooks. And their local specialty baker undoubtedly managed to get, at least, one child into private school on their dime.
Why not, the lovebirds heart kids.
Problem there, they seem to heart food more.
In PC terms, the couple is pleasantly plump. At 6′5″, Chris is 325. More importantly for this particular purpose, Vicky is 268lbs — at 5′1″. No less impressive is their cholesterol. At the last reading, Chris clocked out at 317. Vicky’s is a bit more modest 299. They are getting treatment. They homecook. They exercise — once a week. And they crave kids.
But Vicky has PCOS, an insidious condition, amounting to her not releasing her eggs. It can strike anyone — of the female persuasion. Recent research points to diabetes as a possible culprit. At the same time, it can creep up on its own.
Chris and Vicky are medically on-point pair. They did the rounds, aced all the tests. Dollars to doughnuts, her infertility is treatable, pronounced a star ObGyn group. And refused to prescribe her the meds. She’s too fat.
She needs to lose, at least, 70 pounds. And the sticking point, her cholesterol ought to go down to 249. Otherwise, a pregnancy is going to be too draining on both the mother and child. Medical ethics, capice?
“But what if I get pregnant on my own?,” demanded Vicky.
“Then, we’ll monitor you. But we aren’t going to be accessory before the fact.”
Medical malpractice insurance infamously hard-line, all the Ob’s of Vicky’s acquaintance announced they are playing it safe. Vicky buckled down — and proceeded to eat.
“When we’re stressed, we strudel-up. And, of course, Chris’s sausage. Chorizo, you know? Hey, you gotta stop by!”
Needless to say, both the cholesterol and weight didn’t budge. Well, Chris’s went up a bit, but as far as they are concerned, it is not a big deal. To reverse her persona non grata status, it’s Vicky’s being gauged like a ticking bomb.
And sure, she could easily snap up the good stuff online, sold off by successful mommies, mass produced in India, Mexico, Columbia — some, on the very same lines, off which the pharmacy-grade pills drop off — for the barely legal Internet outfits. But having seen her fill of ruptured ovaries, internal bleeding, surgically-relieved abscesses, translucent supertwins (three babies or more) tethered to ventilators to make up for their premature births, so far, she is munching to relieve her worries — and staying away from the medical section of the freegaragesale.net.
So, my question is, should medicine have a say in our procreation? Should government regs? Who is the judge? Is that to be solely the provenance of every physician, just the like the pharmacists these days fight for the right refuse to trade in Plan B unless they are the sole vendor for miles around?
What if we are pronounced too black? Too ugly? What if our IQs aren’t up to par? What if we simply don’t have the wherewithal to temporarily reverse the state-mandated sterilization administered the moment we emerge from the womb?
Er…what? The stuff that Gattaca’s made of? Oh sure! But interestingly, within the constraints of that particular universe, the principle largely worked.
Alternatively, Dr. James Grifo, professor of obstetrics and gynecology at the NYU School of Medicine, commented on the birth of California octuplets: “I am not a policeman for reproduction in the United States. My role is to educate patients.”
I guess we’ll see.
And now, I should probably go rescue the toy from my son. And knock on wood.
Related Posts -
On the Side of the Angels! What wouldn't you to do to protect someone you love? And doesn't this, whatever it is, sometimes carry the ringing name of "justifiable homicide"? [/caption] An abused woman can kill in self-defense. A dog won't be put down for tearing out an intruder's throat and thereby saving her owner. A...... -
A HopE and a Jump A first swine flu casualty in US is a 23-month old Mexican toddler in Texas. Germany and Austria are the latest European countries hit by the disease. Egypt slaughtered its entire 300K - strong pig population in an effort to prevent the spread of the disease that has now learned...... -
It's my Party... I am Lisa, this here blog's writer, and I am a foodie. There, I said it, and no, I am not feeling relieved. I love food. I cook, I like dining out, I like giving everything a fair chance (which, however, emphatically does not extend to vanilla or whatever-flavored...... -
The Rivers of Milk and Honey (and Jam) I am a mom. Unlike a gaggle of my acquaintances, can't say as I had wanted to become one since getting my very first doll, because by and large, I really didn't like the critters. They never laughed at my jokes, never participated in keeping the play area clean, and...... -
A Giant Leap for Mankind February 13th, 2009. Circuit City is gone, heretofore invincible Starbucks is floundering in the stock markets, President Obama has just scored his first major victory in Congress -- and I have a blog. Who knew? Life does change, don't it? [/caption] But let's rewind back less than 2 years ago.......
Related Websites -
Eating for Life By Bill Phillips This book made Bob Phillips a household name and we thought it was a good idea to revisit this book and see how it compares to the latest diet books on the market. While we are deluged with new titles every month, it’s always nice to go back to an...... -
Link roundup: Revisiting my 2008 goals edition The year's half over already. Thought I'd revisit what I said I'd do at the beginning of the year to see how things are going: I want a closer relationship with God. Eh, this one was convicting. I've listened to the Johnny Cash recording of the New Testament, but that's...... -
Don’t Let Your Favorite Pet Break Your Budget For many people having a pet is virtually the same as adding another member to your family. Like every other family member, your pet will have needs to be met that will require you to budget for its needs. Your pet will need food, medical care, and even toys to...... -
Healthy Monounsaturated Fats The fact about fats is that we all need them. Fats are capable of helping in nutrient absorption as well as cell maintenance and nerve transmission. When we consume fats in unhealthy amounts, they can contribute to heart disease, weight gain and even certain types of cancer. All fats are...... -
Using Rotisserie Grills Is Healthier Method Prepare Food Several people are changing into health aware and if you enjoy grilled food rotisserie grills are ideal for any home. Rotisseries are significantly sensible for chicken though you'll use any meat on the grill. There are varied different designs as well as sizes to decide on from and you're......














































![Reblog this post [with Zemanta] Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_b.png?x-id=083f824b-f37f-4184-a19e-15a876d2c61b)



















