If there’s one thing that marks out pregnancy as a “special” time in your life it’s the discovery that you are supposed to obey a lot of rules. Rule upon rule, upon rule.
Many of them are practical and important. And backed by rigorous research about best outcomes for babies and parents. Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. Don’t take drugs.
Other rules are meant to helpful but are their importance is often overstated. Don’t go near soft cheese, don’t have hot baths, don’t drink coffee (or tea!). And my favourite – don’t pick up a cat (because toxoplasmosis).
And then there are the rules that have no grounding in the health of your unborn child – they just exist to make society more comfortable about uncomfortable things.
Like the 12 week rule.
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I am currently 9 weeks pregnant and haven't told a soul (other than my husband). It has nothing to do with miscarriage. With out first child, my brother-in-law accidentally found out about me being pregnant the day that I did. This time, we just want to keep things to ourselves for a bit before the questions/advice/tummy touching comes rolling in again.
What is it with groupthink? Surely people can do whatever suits them and their families? Years ago I was at a work conference and my son had just turned 2. A colleague suggested it was about time I had another baby. I told her and all those listening that I had a miscarriage a week previously. I hope she learnt to never suggest to anyone ever again what they should or shouldn't do in regards to having children (or not). I never ask people about their reproductive intentions. I figure if they want me to know, they will tell me and I'm happy for whatever choices they make.