Stopwatch.

[rivka]

Time elapsed from first positive pregnancy test to first pregnancy freakout: about 54 hours.

I went to the library this morning to look at books about pregnancy. I want to look at a few different approaches before I buy a book, so I got a whole stack off the shelf and paged through them for a while.

Gradually, I began feeling crushed by the weight of responsibility. I mean: this huge, monumental process by which a ball of undifferentiated cells becomes a live person is happening inside me, and I'm completely responsible for it. If I don't take in absolutely all the nutrients it needs, there's no other way for it to get them. If I do any one of a huge list of apparently innocuous things, it could hurt the baby. I'll have to make decisions about everything, some of which will probably matter a lot and some of which won't really matter, and it will be my responsibility to figure out which is which. I have to learn everything there is to find out about what's going on, and even then, there will be a lot of stuff I won't know.

I cried all over Michael, who calmed me down using the skillful application of sympathy and common sense. Sheesh. Is this hormonal, or what?

Comments

[ailbhe]

Unless you're living entirely on lettuce and boiled water, that little baby will just raid you for whatever it needs, really. Sure, your teeth might fall out and your hair might start to waft away on the breeze, but the baby will wiggle around quite happily, sapping your life-energy and depleting your resources.

Until the cravings kick in. Beware pickled onions.