Latkes and WTF I’m pregnant


This is what I was doing when I found out I was pregnant: DRINKING WINE. This is why: I like wine. Also: My cycle is 26 days. For the men: That means every 26 days of my fucking life I bleed from my VAGINA. On Day 26 of my last MENSTRUAL CYCLE, I took a pregnancy test. No period yet, but the test said not pregnant. One blue line on the pee stick instead of two. So I opened a $100 bottle of cabernet I’d been saving from my 40th birthday and drank three-quarters of it. Oh my god was it FUCKING DELICIOUS. THANK YOU DAVE WHO SPENDS EVERY WEEKEND IN NAPA AND HAND-SELECTED THIS BOTTLE FOR ME THANK YOU SO MUCH.

Also on that day, convinced I was not pregnant because of the NEGATIVE PREGNANCY TEST, I stopped taking my progesterone suppositories NOT SORRY YOU KNEW WHAT KIND OF A BLOG THIS WAS. (Progesterone is a naturally occurring hormone that helps your uterus not shed your baby into your underpants, but it decreases with age. My progesterone level was on the low end of normal, so I asked for a prescription.) Partly I stopped taking the suppositories YES I SAID IT AGAIN because even with 50 percent coverage from Kaiser, one bottle costs ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX FUCKING DOLLARS.

Then the next day, I drank a beer. Then the NEXT day, I pulled the rest of the bottle of wine out of the fridge and brought it to room temperature. Now it was Day 28 and still no period. Still, convinced I wasn’t pregnant, I poured a glass of wine but peed on a pregnancy test. Then I went back to the kitchen, drank half a glass of wine, and forgot about the test because I was drinking wine and reading the New Yorker alone at my dining room table, one of the great pleasures of my life. A few minutes later, I remembered the test, jumped up, ran into the bathroom, picked up the test, and had the shock of my life: TWO BLUE LINES.

Was I happy about it? Of course! But not right away. Mostly I was just shocked. Because a 40-year-old person (me) and a 49-year-old person (my provider of intercourse for nearly seven months, Strong Jawline) got pregnant the first time we tried. I cannot tell you the pain and heartbreak so many friends either went through or have been going through for YEARS just trying to get pregnant. It didn’t seem likely that with my luck (shingles at 28, a haircut once from someone who not surprisingly turned out to be a meth addict, the single time I did speed because I thought it was cocaine — NOT THE SAME DRUG — and was awake for three days on a houseboat on Lake Shasta) that I would get pregnant AT ALL. I seriously thought I was going to be writing this blog for a year, complaining about not getting pregnant and slowly running out of material.

Fortunately for my blog, this is what pregnancy feels like: DICK. I’m either exhausted or nauseated or worried out of my fucking mind because I’m not exhausted or nauseated, since lack of symptoms can mean dead baby. Since I’m 40, my pregnancy is inherently high-risk. I’m not even out of the first trimester, and we’re not doing genetic testing until January, so there’s a lot that can go wrong (see below). All I know so far is the baby does not have cystic fibrosis (and my blood type is B+, and I don’t have chlamydia or gonorrhea, which I could have told the doctor myself).

Also, my boobs hurt, I’m constipated, food doesn’t taste good, and for the first two weeks I had a headache. Also, standing for a half hour on a crowded BART train during rush hour is suddenly EXTREMELY DIFFICULT. The thing is, I don’t look like the pregnant woman in the square blue graphic on the wall above the differently abled seats. I don’t look pregnant at all. But I FUCKING AM, and I’m fucking tired and pukey and realizing for the first time that they should change the sign so you have to give up your seat to someone who SAYS she’s pregnant. More than once, with all these symptoms, I’ve thought, This baby better come out stuffed with money!

Also, I’m riddled with anxiety.

(I’m generally not a proponent of trigger warnings, but I’m fucking pregnant and emotional, so if you’re currently pregnant, trying to get pregnant, or were pregnant and it didn’t end the way you’d hoped, consider not reading the rest of this blog post.)

Here is a list of some of the shit that can go wrong:

  1. Miscarriage
  2. MISSED miscarriage. Haven’t heard of this? Neither had I! And it’s a beauty: It’s a miscarriage with no symptoms. As in, you don’t cramp or bleed, but all of a sudden the fetus dies, which you don’t feel but then find out about later through an ultrasound. So even if you’re not cramping or bleeding, you are freed up to worry about a miscarriage you can’t feel happening. They should call it Shit God Made Up When He Was Drinking in Tijuana.
  3. Down syndrome
  4. About four other major chromosomal defects that ensure the baby’s death immediately after birth
  5. Neural tube defects, such as spina bifida (no spine) and anencephaly (no brain)
  6. About a dozen other birth defects that aren’t as severe but still suck and pose health risks
  7. Premature rupture of the membranes (water breaking before the baby’s ready to come out)
  8. Preeclampsia, a condition that’s potentially fatal to the mother
  9. Trauma and/or death for everybody during childbirth
  10. The birth of a child who listens to nothing but Icelandic metal

I know all this not because of reading the internet late at night (which I have done and will never do again — NO MORE PREGNANCY FORUMS GOD PLEASE) but because for almost everything on this list, I know someone — and in some cases, multiple people — it’s happened to. Yes, the vast majority of pregnancies are fine, but when shit goes wrong — damn, God. Put the bottle down.

Strong Jawline, fortunately, has been very supportive. The day after Thanksgiving, we drove to a park in the East Bay to go hiking. After about 45 minutes on a winding road, we parked in the parking lot, where I sat in the front seat alternately panting and shoveling an almond-butter sandwich I’d meant to save for later.

SJ (thoughtfully and apropos of nothing): Apparently men spending time with pregnant women lowers their testosterone.
Jenny (weakly): I find it interesting that you bring that up now when I’m just sitting here eating and not being any fun.
SJ: We’re just eating. You don’t have to be fun while we’re eating.


SJ (again, apropos of nothing): Is there such a thing as a mistercarriage? Or a misscarriage. It sounds like a sexist term. It should be mscarriage.
Jenny: Noted.

Later, in bed:

Jenny: Tell me you love me.
SJ: Why?
Jenny: (Pretends to suffocate SJ)
SJ (through my hands): I love you.
Jenny: I think that will mean something different in two years.
SJ: Why?
Jenny: I think we’ll mean it then. Instead of just saying it now to get us through this part.

To make these latkes, with a recipe almost entirely cribbed from Bon Appétit, you need:

  • 3 lbs. large russet potatoes (4-6)
  • 1 medium Vidalia or yellow onion or 2 brown onions
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/4 cup fine plain dried breadcrumbs
  • 3 1/2 tsps. kosher salt
  • 2 tsps. baking powder
  • 1/4 tsp. freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 container vegetable oil
  • Applesauce
  • Sour cream

You need to:

  • Preheat oven to 325°.
  • Peel potatoes.
  • Using the large holes of a box grater or the grater disk on a food processor, grate potatoes and onions.
  • Transfer potatoes and onions to a large kitchen towel. Gather ends of towel; twist over sink and squeeze firmly to wring out as much liquid as possible. Open towel; toss mixture to loosen. Gather towel; wring out once more.
  • Whisk eggs, breadcrumbs, salt, baking powder, and pepper in a medium bowl to blend. Add potato mixture. Using your fingers, mix until well coated. (Latke mixture should be wet and thick, not soupy.)
  • Line a large rimmed baking sheet with several layers of paper towels. Set a wire rack inside another large rimmed baking sheet; set aside.
  • Heat 4 tablespoons oil; oil should measure about 1/8 inch in a 12-inch nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Drop a small amount of latke mixture into pan. If the oil sizzles around the edges, it’s ready. (Do not let oil smoke.)
  • Working in batches and adding more oil to skillet as needed to maintain 1/8 inch oil, drop large spoonfuls of mixture into pan, pressing gently with the back of a spoon or spatula to flatten slightly. (If mixture becomes watery between batches, mix to incorporate; do not drain.)
  • Cook latkes, occasionally rotating pan for even browning, until golden brown and cooked through, 2 1/2–3 minutes per side. (If small pieces of potato floating in the oil start to burn, carefully strain out.)
  • Transfer latkes to paper towel-lined baking sheet to drain, then transfer to prepared wire rack. Place sheet with latkes in oven to keep warm and crisp while cooking remaining latkes.
  • Serve warm latkes with applesauce and sour cream.

24 Comments Add yours

  1. suegranzella says:

    WHAT???!!!! Best news EVER!!!!! The writer part of me is marveling at how wondrously perfect the story arc of the blog is….. and every other part of me is just so HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!! (And very glad that your last bottle of wine for a long time was so spectacular. 🙂 ) CONGRATULATIONS!!! ❤


    1. Sue, you are just the best. Thank you. 🙂


  2. jenekirk says:

    First of all, CONGRATULATIONS! Second, I was so impressed that you can eat latkes in your first trimester, because even in my third the smell of fried foods makes me gag! Please eat one for me!


    1. Thank you so much, Jen!! I did eat a few, but then I threw the rest out. 🙂 Also, I told my OBGYN that I’d been wanting hot food rather than cold food — the opposite of most women — and she said there are just no norms!


  3. OMG OMG OMG! First try??? Miraculous. May all go perfectly from here- many congratulations and best wishes to you! ❤


    1. Thank you so much, Katie!! I know, isn’t it crazy? 🙂


  4. Maya says:

    Congrats, Jenny! My period was late this month after an unexpected encounter (for which I, like a doofus, did not go immediately buy Plan B (NEVER AGAIN)) and of course I read the entire internet in the three days I was trying to decide if I should just go get a test at rite aid or actually visit my healthcare provider, and I thought of you and how I hope you were actually happy for the same reason I was freaking out! Looks like my plan worked. 😉


    1. Ha! And, awwwww! Your plan definitely worked. 🙂 Well, how did things work out for you?


      1. Maya says:

        Thankfully, Flo turned up, just a few days late. Kidlets just aren’t a part of my plan!


      2. I completely get it!!


  5. ljmoore says:

    Um, for the record… #10 on your list is actually an evolutionary advantage. So if your baby likes Icelandic death metal, feel free to send him/her over to Camp LJ for the summer.

    Oh, and congratulations!!


    1. Thank you, LJ!! And yes, I can think of worse things than Icelandic death metal. 🙂 But not many. (Although I think girls who like metal are HOT.)

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  6. Audrey says:

    Aw yeah! !! Congratulations I’m so stoked for you!!!!


  7. Barbara Casler says:

    My heartiest and “mommy-est” congratulations!! Hope you are feeling much better soon.

    Sending love, love, love! (I’m mushy that way)



    1. Thank you, Barbara! I wholeheartedly accept your mushiness. 🙂


  8. I’ve said it before and obvs I’ll say if again (and again) – Jenny, I freaking love you!!!


    1. Angie, I freaking love you right back. Sooooo much, girl. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤


  9. Kate says:

    OMG OMFG!!!! Congrats girl! Fingers and toes and tails crossed here for you at mom’s house at Christmas. Also: Shout out to Shasta crew. I’ll have to dig up some pix .


  10. Ha! Please don’t! (JK.) Happy happy Christmas to you and your mom. And thanks, Kate. 🙂 xoxoxo


  11. MK says:

    Ok lady– I don’t talk to you for two months and I found out this on Facebook. Crazy. So happy for you. Call me or you’re in deep shit — haha. Can’t wait to catch up lady.


    1. Whoops! Haha. Love you, “MK.” Yes, please let’s talk soon! Merry Christmas! xoxoxoxo


  12. Dylan Tweney says:

    Wow, congratulations!!


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