I've had too much caffeine. In fact, I've had so much that it just took me like 30 seconds to type that first sentence. For the life of me I couldn't get caffeine typed out right. The backspace is being abused today, folks.
Now I know some of you are anti-caffeine during pregnancy. Obviously, I am not one of those people. I partake daily in a caffeinated drink, usually a Diet Coke or a glass of iced tea. But, today I went all out and "purchased" myself a buttload of sugar and caffeine from the local Starbucks. It was free because they just opened the store, which is located about 1/2 mile from the other Starbucks, and that one is within view of the Starbucks located in the Safeway. They're taking over the world people. Anyway, where was this rambling going? Oh yes. I'm a bad pregnant person.
Not only do I drink caffeine, I eat deli meat and exotic cheeses too. I eat shrimp (can't remember if that's bad or not. My husband thinks so, I say whatever). I even took advil (that was an accident). I did this all last pregnancy (except for the accidental taking of advil) and as far as I can tell, my daughter isn't suffering due to my neglect.
I hate how certain groups, usually of women, bombard pregnant women with a huge list of DO NOT DO THESE THINGS. They make pregnancy seem like a scary, I don't know how anyone could survive, kind of epidemic. I know there are women out there where pregnancy is dangerous and a delicate matter, but not all of us are like that. I think I can puch/pull a couch 15 feet without killing myself or my child. I know my body and I know how to listen to it. So back off.
I have this friend that I am now afraid to talk to. Everything I tell her I've done on a certain day or occasion calls for her to gasp and/or sigh loudly, then proceed to lecture me on how much harm I may or may not be causing Monkey. It always ends with my rudely asking her how many kids she has had (none), how many times has she been pregnant (none) and then hanging up on her. Bitch. Blah. Yet, I call her everyday. Because I'm a glutton for punishment and secretly I enjoy pissing her off and hanging up on her. So, maybe I'm the bitch. Yay! Being pregnant really brings out the charm.