Stillbirth Awareness and Research Act: Take Action

October 15th is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day in the United States. More than 25,000 children are stillborn in the United States every year leaving mothers, entire families and communities devastated. Estimates of the rate of occurrence of stillbirth make it at least as common as autism.

Stillbirth is not an intractable problem. Greater research would likely significantly reduce its incidence, but good research requires good data. H.R. 5979: Stillbirth Awareness and Research Act is under consideration by Congress. This proposed bill would standardize stillbirth investigation and diagnosis, thus providing more data for the needed research. Better research means fewer children born still.

On October 15th, remember the thousands of unfinished children lost and the families who remain to grieve them. Honor them by taking action. Let’s help pass H.R. 5979.

Action Steps:

Step 1. Use Your Blog to Enlist Others
-Copy the contents of this entire post and publish it on your blog immediately.

GOAL: Enlist 10 of your readers to spread the word

Step 2. Use Your E-mail to Enlist Others
-E-mail 5 bloggers and ask them (nicely and in an unspammy way) to publish these action steps on their blog. Consider contacting celebrity bloggers, political bloggers, medical bloggers, or bloggers who are not part of your reading community.

GOAL: Enlist 3 bloggers outside of your normal blog sphere to spread the word in other online communities.

Step 3. Help Pass the Stillbirth Awareness and Research Act
-By October 15th, publish a post on your blog supporting H.R. 5979 Stillbirth Awareness and Research Act. For maximum impact, title your post: “Stillbirth Awareness and Research Act.”

GOAL: 1,000,000 Google results on October 15th when that term is searched for. Currently, Google only returns 20,400 pages – most of which have nothing to do with the bill.

My sweet boy

What nesting looks like

Who needs to write a dissertation when there are crafts to be crafted?

(Click photos to embiggen.)

Tea towels for Crystal’s birthday:

Twirly skirts for Fiona and Grace:

Someone take away my debit card

Things I bought at Costco before dinner tonight:

5-pound bag of fun-size candy bars (the good ones: Snickers, Butterfinger, Reese’s, etc.)

2-pound bag of Chex mix

4-pound box of strawberries

40-count box of Hebrew National beef franks in blankets

(and beer and water crackers for Matt)

It’s going to be a sad day when I return to Weight Watchers….

34-week checkup

Things are looking (mostly) good right now — my weight gain is within acceptable range (in fact, I’ve lost a pound; clearly, I need to increase my Snickers bar consumption), baby’s heartbeat sounded good. My BP was 118/82 (<— boo to that bottom number!) and my pulse was 120+, though, which is … worrisome. But I was also pounding coffee (thanks, poorly sleeping preschooler!) and my pulse had calmed down by the end of the visit. My doctor’s not happy with the fact that I’ve had some problems with my heart racing/lightheadedness/feeling like I’m going to pass out, mostly between 8-11am; things usually resolve themselves by lunchtime, and with lots of water and generous handfuls of gorp. She said it could be blood sugar or dehydration, but wasn’t unhappy enough to send me for tests. So, we’re in the home stretch, but of course my body has to start acting all nutty. (Just like last time!)

(It’s totally sick that I’m stoked to have lost a pound, isn’t it?)

I go back on 9/30 (the day after my 36th birthday), and go in weekly after that. Five and a half weeks to go until Rex Boy’s eviction.

In other news, I met with one of my dissertation chairs this morning and we talked about the new and exciting turn my dissertation has made (who’d’a thunk I’d be dancing with Virginia Woolf in this thing? Diasporic Indian women writers and … British modernism?) and the two jobs I was toying with applying for. I’m feeling very envigorated right now, despite this cold that’s making me want to do nothing but sleep.


I did it. I peeked at the jobs list. And I looked at the jobs in Colorado that I swore I wouldn’t look for. The Ethnic Literatures assistant prof job I predicted would open up at CU-Boulder is indeed there (I wouldn’t embarass myself by applying for it), and there’s a Postcolonial and Anglophone Literatures assistant prof’ship at Matt’s Alma Mater, Just Down The Road. I am hoping to meet with my dissertation chairs this week and take their temps in re: whether I should cast a line.

My Current Institution is hiring a South Asianist, which would be perfect for me if I weren’t currently matriculating here.

So, on the To Do list:

1.) Finish dissertation.

2.) Publish in peer-reviewed journal.

3.) Maybe stop letting teaching creep in so much.

Another great post about Sarah Palin

Why should I blog about it when others do it so much better than I could?

Everything I Need to Know about the 2008 Presidential Election I’m going to read about in US Weekly.

In other news, I’m not sleeping. Much, I mean. Last night I got about 5 hours, and about a 30-minute nap during the day. The people who tell you to sleep while you can before baby comes have CLEARLY NEVER BEEN PREGNANT. The sleeping stops so far in advance of the actual birth it’s almost cruel. I well and truly feel sorry for my students because they are not getting 100% of my teaching energies, simply because I don’t have energy. Teaching this semester may have been a huge, huge mistake.

What I want most right now

A big platter of sushi and a big ole bottle of wine. 6 more weeks!!!


via Fayrene.

Is it just me?

Or are people really stupid? We had two showings (after more than a week of silence) of our house on Wednesday. We got some feedback from the second realtor:

Her client likes the house
a) but she is just in the beginning of her journey
b) the house is in her price range but she prefers a home that has been rehabed
and vacant

c) she thinks the house is in good condition but she prefers the more expensive

Does this realtor’s client not realize that once we sell the house, we won’t be living in it anymore? I.e., it will be vacant?

We have an adorable 1950s home in excellent condition. Very little rehabbing is required. This girl is barking up the wrooooong tree. (In other news, the client from Wednesday’s other showing has requested a seller’s disclosure. Fingers crossed?)