Dear Headaches, Why Won't You Let Me Be Great?
I have a headache that will not go away.
I've taken as many paracetamols as I can without turning my baby into a crackhead, and still, it won't give in.
I've probably had close to 4 liters of water today, and two naps.
What could be the bloody problem?!
Funny thing is every time, EVERY TIME, I take medicine I type in "can you miscarry if you take ____?"
Everything is a life or death issue now. It's kind of exhausting, but mostly terrifying.
All of these articles out here seem to play a shadowy blame-game with unsuspecting moms.
Research shows that mums who (insert normal, everyday thing) had children with a higher risk of (insert scary thing here).
Sometimes I wish my husband could help bear the responsibility of incubating this kid - you know kind of like eagles do.
That's probably the selfish thing in me coming out. I don't want to be the only one responsible for messing up this baby.
God forbid the baby has something wrong with it and the doctor turns to look at me and asks "Did you blow your nose frequently during pregnancy? Because you know Kleenex is known to cause little hand syndrome!"
The internet is great, but it's also a black hole of fear mongering websites that want you to buy into their crap and get you to actually buy their crap; taken straight from the playbook of Alex Jones.
I thought when I found out I was pregnant that I would hover above all that nonsense and just do my own thing.
But as I progress further in my pregnancy, I get more anxious.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
I've taken as many paracetamols as I can without turning my baby into a crackhead, and still, it won't give in.
I've probably had close to 4 liters of water today, and two naps.
What could be the bloody problem?!
Funny thing is every time, EVERY TIME, I take medicine I type in "can you miscarry if you take ____?"
Everything is a life or death issue now. It's kind of exhausting, but mostly terrifying.
All of these articles out here seem to play a shadowy blame-game with unsuspecting moms.
Research shows that mums who (insert normal, everyday thing) had children with a higher risk of (insert scary thing here).
Sometimes I wish my husband could help bear the responsibility of incubating this kid - you know kind of like eagles do.
That's probably the selfish thing in me coming out. I don't want to be the only one responsible for messing up this baby.
God forbid the baby has something wrong with it and the doctor turns to look at me and asks "Did you blow your nose frequently during pregnancy? Because you know Kleenex is known to cause little hand syndrome!"
The internet is great, but it's also a black hole of fear mongering websites that want you to buy into their crap and get you to actually buy their crap; taken straight from the playbook of Alex Jones.
I thought when I found out I was pregnant that I would hover above all that nonsense and just do my own thing.
But as I progress further in my pregnancy, I get more anxious.
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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