Baby doctor appointment and parenting books
>> Monday, July 20, 2009
We got to hear the heartbeat at our pareonatal appointment today. Strumming along at 170 beats per minute, which is apparently 10 beats over average for 10 weeks, 2 days and I must be a stage mother in the making because I've informed everyone and their mom of that fact in the five hours since I left the hospital.
I've spent the rest of my day off reading through two pregnancy books I bought over the weekend: What to Expect When You're Expecting (4th edition) and From the Hips: A Comprehensive, Open-Minded, Uncensored, Totally Honest Guide to Pregnancy, Birth, and Becoming a Parent, which obviously markets itself as the hipper counterpoint to classics like the aforementioned, but, in reality, is pretty much the same thing sans quite so much doctor-advice and a lot more mommy-input.
Both have been, I guess, informative--in that they have inundated me with so many conflicting, potentially life-altering, major depression-inducing decisions that I'm starting to feel really sympathetic for Britney Spears. But I still haven't found my Pregnancy-Voice holy grail.
Perhaps, post-baby, I'll write a book of my own. And I think I'll call it Hey You. Yeah, You, Preggo. Take a Breather and Chill the *Ef* Out. And then maybe I'll fill the pages with pictures a la Cute Overload.com and throw in an affirmation like "You're gonna be just fine" and "Go take a nap" and "You're not gonna kill the kid on accident" and "Episiotomies are only a birth control scare tactic" every few pages or so and charge 19.95 a copy.
Cuz if such a book existed, I just might buy it at this point.
