As I sit here...glaring up at all my pregnancy books...I feel the urge to want to spit on the one titled " What to expect when you're expecting". What a load of crap that book is. Endless fluff of information.
Why did I even keep that useless book? Why doesn't it have a chapter on "BABIES CAN DIE". or "WHAT TO DO IF YOUR WATER PREMATURELY BREAKS". A check list for preemies...like make sure you have a name picked out, bring a camera, bring an outfit for the baby to be put in, how to make funeral arrangements, etc. Ok..I can see how my version wouldn't be a best seller, but the fluff of...you're nipples may become darker, just isn't relevant. You know who that book is designed for? 20 somethings, who are absorbed into themselves and who have time to stare at their changing nipples. "Comforting answers to questions like "Does talking on a cell phone hurt my baby? Will my baby suffer if I don't drink milk?" REALLY? THIS is what's on the mind of pregnant women? Dear God...what I wouldn't pay to have simple worries such as complexion problems while pregnant. How about more pressing issues like avoiding baths, proper kick counts, or how to catch early warning signs of a UTI. Or topics that cover placenta eruptions, heart beats that just stop, and cords wrapped around necks. Ya know...the things that matter.
Maybe I should write a book.. "What your friends don't tell you, and your doctors don't want you to know. The truth about what can happen during those 9 months"
Managing life after loss and infertility. Far from who I once was...... not yet who I am going to be.
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