Jan 14 2009

SPOTLESS

Oh yes- and we had the housekeeper come to our house for the first time yesterday, and all I can say is ABOVE AND BEYOND.

She is AWESOME. She not only cleaned Cole’s tub, but she also cleaned the mold out of his tub toys (yes I know- should have been done a long time ago. What can I say? I really hate being around bleach). She polished every surface, must have vacuumed the floor a gagillion times to get it looking so good, and cleaned my shower doors (one of my most hated tasks of ALL TIME).

I really thought the house was clean before, but DAMN was I wrong. I wish I had her for more than once a month, but I’ll certainly take what I’ve been given.

Jan 14 2009

Double Prejudice

Yesterday was my second midwife appointment. My midwife is super gregarious and talkative (which I like a lot), so her appointments tend to run long. I got there on time, but had to wait at her dining room table for a while (her office is in her house).

During the first appointment, John and I stayed in the room where she holds all of her appointments, and never got a look around at the other parts of her house. We had gone over all of our relevant personal information, including the fact that John and I are atheists.

This time, while sitting at her table and waiting for my turn, I glanced around at her bookcases and decorations (which were numerous and eclectic), and noticed the undercurrent of a theme.

I believe that my midwife may be a “Jew for Jesus.” I come to this conclusion due to the number of hebrew spiritual texts alongside the rather large, framed picture of Jesus.

Does it matter? No, I don’t think so. She’s given me no indication that the quality of care she will give me is diminished in any way because of the mis-match in our beliefs. But it gave me pause, because I have come to realize that I live in constant fear of being retaliated against for my beliefs.

At the same time, I recognize that in feeling that all religious people will be prejudiced against me, I have a prejudice against religious people. Rationally, I realize that not all religious people care of you are of their religion or religious at all, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying every time I’m in a situation where I must reveal that I am not.

I didn’t say anything to my midwife, and I will not unless something comes up that I can’t ignore (trying to pray at the delivery or something). I know that my first midwife was religious also, and I got wonderful care through her while I was pregnant with Cole.

But I can’t stop thinking about this double prejudice, something that I think is more common than we’d like to believe. So I am wondering: are there things for which you feel you are judged unfairly by a certain group or groups, and do you judge them for your perception of their judgment in return?

In happier, more non-thinky news, our baby’s heartbeat was good and strong, and my midwife was able to find it immediately. Everything looks good, which was nice to hear because I was going through one of those times-between-visits-when-you’re-sure-it’s-dead things. I’m looking forward to being able to feel its movements daily so that I don’t have to feel quite so paranoid every month.

And lastly, I really think that we need to come up with a “before we know the gender” name for this child, because I’m sick of calling it “the baby” or “the child” or, the worst of all, “it.” Cole’s came to us naturally (we called him “Piglet”), but this one just hasn’t named itself in the same way. Any ideas? Nice ones only- I’m not going through several months of calling it “Leech.”