There’s no proof anyways.
If one more person either rubs my belly or tells me what I should and shouldn’t be doing while pregnant, my hormones might just get the better of me.
I’m 6 months pregnant. And from the 2 month mark (I couldn’t wait the whole 3 months before telling people), I have been inundated with advice.
“Don’t do this.”
“Do this. But not like that.”
“You don’t want to harm the baby do you?”
Of course I bloody well don’t want to harm my baby. But it seems like everything I do and don’t do is slowly destroying my future child’s life. And I am just so over it.
It first started when I told colleagues at work that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, at the time, I was also holding my regular skim latte. “Oh, you’re going to have to give that up now,” they said as they pointed at the only thing that gets me through the day.
My colleagues seem very distressed to know that I haven’t given up my morning coffee. Why? Because all the baby books and research give conflicting advice on whether or not one cup will make a big difference. Until they get their facts right, I’m holding on to my life line.
Then it was the high heels. Apparently, wearing heels kills babies. Seriously? I’ve been wearing heals for 12 years. I’m a proficient wearer of the heels and I will continue to wear heels until I don’t want to because it is uncomfortable for me.