The husband and I are expecting a baby girl the first week of November. I was sicker than a dog in the first trimester, but all is well now. It's kind of hard to blog when you feel like throwing up on your keyboard, and there was something about staring at a computer screen that made me even more nauseated.
The due date is November 5th, which just happens to be the first Tuesday in November of 2024 when she'll be turning 18, a midterm election. I turned 18 in 1984 and my mom drove over to my dorm room at the University of Oregon and brought me to our polling place so that I could participate in my first election. I remember it vividly.
And what will the world be like by 2024? Will we be turning back global warming? Will the husband and I have saved enough for her college education? And what kind of education will she get before going to college? Will she sit in over crowded classrooms or will the state of Oregon figure out that we need to provide our children with a world-class education in order to compete in tomorrow's economy? These things have always mattered to me. I wouldn't have started this blog had they not. But now they suddenly matter even more.
