Foliculaaa foliculeeee
I freaked Gordon out the other day when he found me hovering by the vitamin aisle in Boots, holding a bottle of folic acid (£1.45) in one hand and a packet of WellWoman Preconception tablets (£9.99) in the other. I still function under the delusion that if something is more expensive it must be better. Need to work on that – recession and all.
I presented the two choices to him and he said “Oh, my god. You’re not going to go all crazy pregnant woman on me are you?” I think he is worried that if I do get pregnant, I will want to stop eating all kinds of cheese, will pass out at the mention of caffeine and eventually my head will drop off from the worry that being in the vicinity of shellfish will harm my unborn child. And there are some crazy people out there – I have a friend who came under attack from strangers for drinking coffee while pregnant.
I’m possibly in a minority, but I’m of the opinion that women have been giving birth for centuries while continuing to eat a diet scattered with cheese, prawns and coffee – and for many pregnant women in the world, that diet would be a luxury, believe me. Imagine carrying a child on only one meal of maize porridge a day. I am probably going to have the odd glass of wine here and there, and I shan’t be giving up my morning cup of Tetley. Call me irresponsible.
Right now, I’m more worried that I’m going to be one of the many women out there that struggle to conceive. After watching all of my friends swell and reproduce with alarming fecundity, I feel that the statistics are increasingly not in my favour. There’s no rhyme or reason behind my concern. It’s always been there – a niggly feeling that something might be amiss in my plumbing. Still, there’s no point in worrying about what hasn’t happened, until it continues not to happen. I expect I will find out for myself soon enough.
January 6th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
Hello
I went to talk to you but you dont’t receive the mails…
January 7th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
Happy NY sweetheart. Just dropped in and here you are!
I kind of know what you mean..not too much fussing, us pampered western women etc. etc. But wait and see when you get there, you’ll be buying the decaf and fainting at the mention of a ripe camembert.
With one child my preconception diet consisted of fags, gins and tonics and worse, with the other the odd glass of wine and some pregnacare. you and i both know which one’s sturdy girl and which isn’t, bless his cardiac cottons.
mind you, as soon as i knew about number one, it was off with the rioja and on with the raspberry leaf tea. the guilt will overwhelm you. tee hee. mx
ps speak soon..
pps wait till you get onto the breastfeeding chinwaggery, that’ll have him fainting in the aisles..
ppps or which end he’ll be at during labour??????
pppps i also thought i’d never conceive..rest my case..
January 14th, 2009 at 6:26 pm
loved your post, candid and refreshing
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