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I'm a bad mom

*Warning* rant of a hormonal and 9 month pregnant woman ahead. If easily offended by opinions that may not be your own, either turn back now or proceed with caution.

I'm a bad mom, and my son hasn't even been born yet.

Or maybe he won't be born, according to many people out there on the gracious and unjudgmental world wide web.

We are officially in month 9 of pregnancy.

 In T-29 days we will arrive at our long awaited Due Date, and hopefully our prize. Throughout this wonderful journey of carrying life inside me I have been keeping track of everything on an app that has a ton of great articles and tools as well as a community board meant for other moms-to-be to ask questions and share their experiences. And here is where I start to roll my eyes.

It could be that at this point I'm just very pregnant and willing to fight anyone who acts like an asshole, but seriously, if you ever doubted that people could be so tactless to strangers, just go on one of these boards.

Typically upon leaving the doctors office during one of your first prenatal check ups you will receive a packet with a whole lot of information that is usually useful but will be overwhelming at first. Those papers will more than likely include a list of acceptable medications, foods that you should eat more of or stay away from, and symptoms that dictate a call to the OB immediately.

Regardless of these take homes, there are still mothers out there who will ask questions that seem to be easily answered by common sense or quick glance at these papers. And it is when these questions are asked that a cult of terribly judgmental, tactless, and sometimes blindly uneducated woman start to bicker.

What gets me is that these mothers asking the questions are usually first timers that are searching for support and answers because they may not be lucky enough to have others around to help them. And instead of being met with love and gentleness they get shamed or told off.

So, to all those poor first time mommies out there I'd like to say,

I ate the deli meats.
I ate the sushi.
I drank the wine.
I indulged in runny eggs.
I had the cheeses, soft and hard.
I ate the healthy things.
I failed the 1hr glucose test.
I ate the sweets and salties.
I passed the 3hr glucose test.
I felt sick.
I felt dead tired.
I felt completely normal.
I had a bursts of energy.
I didn't give up sex.
Nor did I deny myself my morning ritual of coffee.
I have eaten all the cheeseburgers.
I tried to incorporate more veggies into my life...
I tried.

*For the most part I did a lot of the things on the list of "not recommended". Two things that I gave up, and one I just wouldn't endorse): smoking, hard liquor, drugs. These things I would suggest to not indulge in, even if "in moderation."

I know pretty much no one but myself and my mother reads this, but for any first time mommies out there who are questioning and worried, or tired of being put down on different apps and websites, it's going to be ok. You're going to be ok. Yes, you now have the responsibility of growing a life in you, but you know what? It's not as scary or restraining as some may have you believe.

Surround yourselves with loving, gentle, and supporting companions. If there is something you want to do, ask your doctor.

More often than not, indulging in little things in moderation is perfectly acceptable, as long as it doesn't become a habit. The warning labels warn of doing things in excess. That one 3oz glass of red wine you have on your birthday, or christmas, or in the bath before bed after a day of crying and not being able to move without pain, that one glass is not going to hurt you or babe. (This is where someone on the app usually interjects that drinking wine is ok, you know, if you want to kill your unborn child.)

So I encourage you to research. Read all the books. Don't be afraid to ask your doctors things, even if you feel silly. Google is great if you have questions but would rather see what answers other who have asked it first may have gotten, because believe me someone has already asked that question.


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