You know what? We put a whole lot of restrictions on moms. If you’re pregnant you can’t have that sandwich, if you’re nursing you can’t have a beer, I think it’s all crap. I mean, I realize these restrictions are put out there for a reason, but I am allowed to use common sense. It’s the same as vaccines to me (which I realize some of you may not agree with). If my child is at home with me and nursing, she simply doesn’t need as many shots. Decreasing vaccines may not be right for everyone, but having Every. Single. One. isn’t right for everyone either. There’s a balance here and your doctor may not express this to you.
That’s where I was with my first pregnancy. I was told I don’t do A, B, C, and all the way to somewhere around Q. It’s bad for the baby! You could get a horrible disease that kills you/kills your baby/makes you go into premature labor/gives your baby an arm coming out of it’s forehead/blah blah blah. I don’t disagree that these things do happen (well, except maybe the last one), but it’s all about being smart about it. Last time, I was so terrified of toxoplasmosis that I moved the cat litterbox to where I couldn’t even see it, I microwaved my deli meat, and I wouldn’t even eat something cooked in alcohol. What if it hurt my baby?!?!
This time, I’m realizing that I’m a young, I’m in good health, and I’m having a normal pregnancy. If I’m smart about where I get my deli meat, I don’t need to microwave it, I can still exercise and the baby won’t fall out, and I will lift my toddler every time I frickin’ want to (and often when I don’t)!
What I thought! I can use my common sense to determine my risk! And you know what I did with that common sense this weekend? I used it to glide me down a roller coaster.
A pregnant woman on a roller coaster?!?!
I knew we were going to go to Lagoon (a local amusement park) on a specific day for my mother-in-law’s work, so I did some research. Everything online basically told me to not go on any ride at all. That carousel can be mighty dangerous to unsuspecting fetuses, right? Wrong. I not only rocked that carousel, but I went on about 10 other rides with my toddler. She loved every second of it and so did I.
I was smart about it. I avoided rides that with sudden stops, anything that made me feel nauseous, and anything that I wouldn’t feel safe with my toddler riding it along side me. I felt comfortable going on every ride I went on and felt like I was putting Twig at zero risk. If I were 8 months pregnant I probably wouldn’t have done the same thing, but right now Twig is still snugly tucked down inside me and thoroughly surrounded with squishy goo, so I figure he/she was just fine. Who knows, maybe Twig will become a thrill seeker like Peanut.
I am 10 Weeks and 2 Days. Sorry for not posting for a few weeks. Things have gotten immensely better since I last posted. Peanut is doing well with nursing (though I don’t know if she’s getting a hard letdown anymore). I am feeling less and less nauseous. I’m finally getting into the swing of things with this exhaustion. I feel like I can finally be a productive member of society again.
That said, I am still really tired. A lot of the time it’s not really sleepy tired, but more I-don’t-want-to-run-around tired. I’ve been really flaky with social engagements and honestly we’ve spent a lot more time at home in general, but I’m okay with that. We’ve been busy bodies for a long time, so I’m really to sit around and play in the backyard all day.
I’m also having some severe food aversions. One second I’m eating a second breakfast and the next I’m starving, but can’t find a single thing that sounds in the least bit appetizing. Yesterday I made myself a breakfast burrito even though I knew I had lunch to go to in a couple hours, then when I got home from lunch the smell of breakfast burrito in my house made me want spend the night in a hotel. Makes no sense. Guess that’s a theme of pregnancy.