Twofer Tuesday

Tuesday (tomorrow) is potentially the big day: we should (maybe) find out what sex the twins are!!! (Their gender will, of course, be shaped by culture as well as their genes, but that's a different post altogether.) I will post as soon as I know (or don't know) something. The lengthy sit in a doctor's office, which they like to call an appointment but which I call waiting-for-their-convenience, takes place at 1:30 CST. Which means it'll be at least 3 till I can post anything, I'm sure.

Anyone want to lay odds? I think, based on my very unreliable intuition, that there's one girl one boy. I've been craving Orange stuff (sherbet in particular) and according to old wives tales, that's one predictor of a girl. So there oughta be at least one girl. And Andrew had a dream about one being a boy. So there you have it--are we psychic? Wait and see!

When my doctor & I talked about it last time, she mentioned that with a girl, it's not the "lack" of a penis that they look for. They don't say "we don't see anything, must be a girl"-- Girls apparently have, at that stage, three little lines (labia majora and I guess the clitoris).* I laughed and told her Freud would be very disappointed to hear that. It's not a lack of the mighty sword that defines a female, it's another presence. I did not, deliberately, say difference.** As if that makes much sense to anyone outside the world of radical feminist theory. But it does. If you want to get the joke, stock up on caffeine and read your Cixous and/or Irigaray.

Then put it all away, laugh, and say "sometimes a flower is just a flower."

*And BOY is this post going to be disappointing to the Porn Googlers who stumble in here within the next few weeks!!!!

**The link sort of defines the concept of difference as according to French Feminists. You'll get it. See. It's a twofer.... a blog post, plus a radical educational moment. Don't say I never gave ya nothin.