Due date superstition
Al recently asked me when my due date is. Thus far, I’ve managed to avoid having one. Sure, I know more or less when Bun Bun will be cut out of my ute, should we reach that point. It’s not like I can avoid thinking about it. And even if I could resist, there’s the fact that when we first started trying to get pregnant we did it in August so it would work out optimally with my teaching schedule. (HA!) So I know it’s MAY. But my RE didn’t give me a due date and I haven’t calculated it. I don’t want to know. Partly it’s that I’m so scared of having it burned forever into my brain as the day my baby was supposed to begin its life and, you know, didn’t. I’ve watched that day (in some cases, those days!) pass for so many of you and it’s heartbreaking to see from a distance; I can’t imagine experiencing it. Logically, I know that hiding from the date won’t change a thing. And yet it’s oddly comforting to not know exactly. I presume my OB will give me one if there’s a thriving fetus in there. By then, I’ll be almost to the Much Safer Zone, and I might be ready to hear it.
Meanwhile, IMPORTANT UPDATES
1. Votes on the doppler question were more or less split, so I’m going with no. There’s no logical reason, and it’s not like the Pro Doppler Contingent was not convincing, but I guess until I get a strong sense that it’s the right choice for me, inaction is where it’s at!
2. I met with my plagiarist today. She explained that she’d submitted the wrong version of the assignment. The version I got was a DRAFT, see, with some filler that she later replaced! But of course she’d never cut and paste material from the web into a REAL paper! So I was like send me the new version and I’ll decide what to do next, given that I have no way of knowing whether you’re telling the truth. So she did, and LO! Not only was it clear in the “new” version that she’d simply rephrased the plagiarized material, but some of the plagiarized material was still there. And, better still, there was NEW plagiarized material! I know this shit is not all that thrilling to most of you, but it totally boggles my mind, and is way more entertaining than the usual grading and whatnot that comprises the teaching part of my life. Stay tuned for the next chapter!