Juice Inadvertently Inflicts Schizophrenia Upon Unborn Child
There are so many things you can worry about as a pregnant lady if you want to. There's the obvious, of course: I've stopped drinking, I only eat fish occasionally, I am down to about three cups of coffee a week, and I no longer eat raw hamburger straight out of the package. I even passed up the rides at the State Fair. And then there are what I think of as more tertiary concerns, like no lunch meat unless you heat it up, no gardening without gloves, no unpasteurized cheeses or juices, etc. I've called bullshit on the cheese rule, and I've all but given up on gardening, so that takes care of the glove thing, but I've been pretty good about the rest. Shad's main concern seems to be the toxoplasmosis. He apparently even frets about it in his sleep. Earlier today:
Ugly Juice: [Stumbling to bathroom in early morning, SCREAMS]
Shad: [suddenly awakened from dead sleep] What!? What?
Ugly Juice: Stepped in cat puke! Ew! Ew! [hopping around on one
foot] So disgusting! Ew! Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Shad: Don't touch it! You'll get toxoplasmosis! I will clean it up! Wash it off right away with soapy water! I said don't clean it up! You need to use soap and wash it really good!!!
Ugly Juice: [sticks foot under bathtub faucet, runs hot water]
Shad: [calling from bedroom] I heard that! You did not run the water long enough! You need to scrub with soap! Our son is going to have schizophrenia! [within like 10 seconds, snoring]
It takes me a few seconds to register my surroundings when I wake up. I am truly amazed by his ability to immediately snap to it and assess the potential danger of the situation (no matter how outrageous I think his concern actually is) when it is something I never would have thought about at all. I am not sure exactly what this bodes for the future, but I think it indicates one of these parents is likely to be a bit more protective than the other. (I say this lovingly, of course. I am glad someone is trying to shield our child from mental diseases.)



