Monday, October 13, 2008

The Economist

Jack is 4 weeks from entering the job market and has been BURIED in his dissertation - Eating, sleeping and breathing nothing but economic analysis (To put things in perspective, he hasn’t watched a single football game since mid-September).

I had to keep this in mind when we had the following conversation this week -


Me: The tooth I had the root canal on is killing me. I tried Tylenol but it does nothing. I may as well be swallowing Skittles.

Jack: Are you sure you can’t take Motrin when you're pregnant?

Me: I looked it up online. Everything I read said that Motrin is most dangerous during the last trimester, and that it can cause birth defects.

(thinks about it)

Jack: What kind of birth defects?


What KIND of birth defects?


Well, now that you mention it, I'm not sure. Call me “paranoid,” but the mere suggestion of birth defects had been enough to send me searching for Plan B.

But I'm no economist.

Apparently, when you spend 12 hours a day analyzing risks and rewards, there begins to exist the possibility that the cost of certain BIRTH DEFECTS could be outweighed by the benefit of temporarily alleviating a toothache.

I have to admit. It sort of got me thinking.

Well, let's see...I refuse to jeopardize the child's vital organs (that’s just the kind of mother I am). And, of course, he'll need all necessary athletic appendages - pitching arm, rotating ankles, opposable thumbs for gripping footballs, etc. That's a given.

But other than that…

You really only need one kidney, right? I have no clue what gall bladders do, but I hear about their removal often enough to consider them “optional.” And what about toes? Ten toes would be ideal, certainly, but - when pain is shooting through your gums and the simple act of eating something cold makes you feel like an interrogation subject on 24 - Suddenly a full set of toes doesn’t seem all that important.

It gave me something to think about. At the very least, it provided me a few moments distraction from my pain. In the end, though, nothing was worth it. I suffered through with Tylenol Skittles and ice packs.

That, and the best medicine of all – A break when Jack was able to sneak away from his office long enough to take the girls to the park, where he took these photographs. Until his dissertation has been filed, they'll be a great way for him to remember what they look like.




Dawn said...

It appears that they are looking at him, trying to figure out who HE is!

I hope you tooth gets better soon - call the dentist, you can take Tylenol 3 - trust me!

quesetescapa said...

Maybe he was just curious--what birth defects CAN one expect when taking motrin? Also if the econ thing doesn't work out he could probably have a career in photography as the pics are fantastic!

Leslie said...

I'm seriously laughing at your conversation with Jack. Tylenol is crap. If I were in real pain, I think it would drive me to do a little cost-benefit analysis myself.

P.S. Those are amazing pictures of your girls.

Susan said...

I get lost in those eyes!!

Maryann said...

Hilarious! Definitely something to think about!! :)

Jane said...

That story is so funny and the pictures, lets talk about those faces!

Emmers said...

Don't forget tonsils and appendix. Those are totally removeable too. No one's going to miss those.

You guys crack me up. I love these stories.

Those pics are precious! I just love those blue eyes and blonde hair!

Jeannie said...

Hilarious-- Jack, not your pain-- that is! Beautiful pictures. The camera seems to be working out just fine!

senategirl said...

Your post was a riot! Poor Jack...

I TOTALLY feel your pain with the root canal I had one earlier this year. No fun!

The girls are darling!

Patrice said...

That is officially my favorite picture of Leah.

Kristin said...

Wow... economist extraordinaire, and photographer on the side. Where'd he learn to shoot like that? I can't wait to meet baby boy Erb!!

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