CHAPTER FOURTEEN
At the end of her fourth month Harriet circled April 30 on her calendar. Was that a good date? Was it propitious? Would she have her thesis written by then? Yes, she would. But so much else to do: find a larger apartment, get baby equipment, a crib, a carriage. Where would they put it in their two room apartment? Baby doesn’t need anything until he’s six months old, Dolly said. "Baby needs a mother who’s not out of her mind with anxiety."
"It’s going to be a boy," Ira said. "We have to have a bris." Harriet shuddered. "He never cared about anything Jewish."
"Don’t worry," Dolly said, "I’ve been through it three times.
Don’t believe the things you read these days. Mel was circumcised and I can vouch that none of it is true. If I hadn’t tied my tubes, I’d have six kids b
