Why is it people feel the need to tell you the most horrific stories about pregnancy/birth when you are pregnant yourself?! Someone posted a story and before it even starts, it addresses new mothers and pregnant women. So I thought, oh hey. I'm pregnant. I should read this.
Nope. I should not have read it. It had a great moral for new mothers. Pregnant women? Not so much.
**If you're pregnant, you might want to skip the rest of this post so you can be saved the anxieties that I will now have every day until this baby comes.**
The story is about this poor woman, bless her heart, who was towards the end of her pregnancy, went to bed with her baby in her belly kicking away. Woke up the next morning and her baby had just stopped moving. And had died overnight with no warning. I stopped reading there in an attempt to forget what I had just read.
My heart goes out to this woman. And I understand that she's wanting others to appreciate what they have. But this is the last thing my already anxious pregnant self needs to read. I had nightmares about losing my baby last night. Then I woke up and Malcolm didn't move for about 30 minutes. He was probably sleeping, but in my mind, he was dead. I have 25 more days of this now thanks to that fucking article.
As a new mom, I could see this article helping put a little positive spin on those nights that seem endless, and make you hug your baby a little tighter. But, how does this info benefit an expecting woman who probably already has a whole shit load of anxieties as it is?
I could just be overly sensitive. I hardly sleep as it is. Now I'm so paranoid that if Malcolm doesn't move ever couple minutes, I start to panic. Ugghhh....
So glad I'm almost done. My nerves can't take much more.
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