I can’t believe it: still no babies. Grand Rounds this morning was on pregnancy-induced hypertension and pre-eclampsia, so well organized a review of the literature that I stayed awake the whole time. Then I watched two gyn ultrasounds, and took the afternoon off. Went and picked more blackberries, some of them 4cm in diameter, warm and juicy. . .

I also picked up from the library Richard Abanes’ One Nation Under Gods, a history of Mormonism, having read Fawn Brodie’s biography of Joseph Smith, No Man Knows My History, the past few weeks. I’ve met a surprising number of Mormons here, for being in the East (relatively speaking), and I got frustrated with them telling me they’re just regular ol’ Christians, when I know quite well it’s a little more complicated than that. I figured I better know what exactly Joseph Smith said, so I don’t get confused. My main lesson so far: never vote for a Mormon politician; just as dangerous as having a Catholic king right after the Reformation. Second lesson: careful delineation of how my beliefs about revelation are different from Mormons’ is in order. So far it’s been pretty easy.

There better be some babies tonight . . .

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