- I take prenatal vitamins most nights, but not 100% of the time. Look, I try, but some nights I feel ultra-terrible and there’s no way I can ingest the pill and the glass of liquid I need to make sure I don’t puke it back up.
- I drink water, but probably not enough. Since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve kept track of my daily water intake because I am not a water drinker. A year ago I had a check-up and was asked how many glasses of water I was drinking. “In a week?” I asked. The doctor was, shall we say, not amused. I didn’t admit I wasn’t joking. I think I average 60+ ounces a day but I still feel thirsty all the time and I’m not having to get up to pee in the middle of the night.
- Yesterday I had a bit of an accident that made me nervous about my baby, so I drank sugary drinks all evening because I knew he’d move more than usual and I’d be reassured. Bring on the bad parenting! I whacked my belly with a (this sounds worse than it is, promise) cement mixer. Don’t worry! It was just the handle… and it’s not one of those huge truck things, just a residential-sized 150 pound metal contraption. Anyway, my midwife told me to look out for one symptom (spotting) and make sure the baby was moving as per usual. He’s a Kicky McKickerston, but still… so, Koolaid and OJ for me last night. Screw the calories (and his fetal exhaustion); Mama was worried! So, yea, hi, I suck.
- I’m at the “this is so surreal” point in the pregnancy continuum. First I was all fired up about everything that needed to get done. Then I went zen (hey, it’ll all work out). Then back to the oh-my-gawd-gotta-get-stuff-done. And now? Meh. I know what has to get done versus what would be nice to have done. I know we have about three months to get it all done. And I know it won’t all get done. The nursery looks like a storage room, babyphernalia is ordered but not really ready, and I’ve done nothing (yet) to prepare for childbirth. It’ll all work out.
- I’m ambivalent about my current birth-center-not-hospital-birth plan. The midwives are nice. The facility is nice. The monthly group prenatal classes? Nice. But I’m not particularly confident about the whole thing. It’s not that I’m not, more that I don’t learn anything there that I didn’t already know from researching, don’t have a close relationship (even patient-caregiver-ish) with any of the midwives, am not getting the warm fuzzies about popping this kiddo out sans epidural. Also, scary birth stories keep popping up (TV, movies, Young House Love’s post today). I loath making decisions based on fear, but what is pregnancy if not indoctrination into a world of anxieties you’d never thought of before? [Yea, yea, I hear that’s called, “parenting.”]
- I retreat into denial when I get overwhelmed… and I don’t feel bad about it. Eventually I’ll pop back up and figure out which bottles to buy, how to survive a med-free birth, whether to stay with the hippie birth center or transfer my care (hello, $$) back to an OB practice. For now? My kid is kicking up a storm and I’m going to enjoy it.