...okay, maybe not exclusively. That's actually the title of a song from the broadway musical, "Avenue Q." However, at the moment, I am thoroughly disgusted with the internet and its infinite wealth of information... both good and bad. I am disgusted because, as a 30 year old woman in the very early stages of pregnancy, I am cautiously optimistic about embracing this thing I have growing inside me, because of everything I've read on the goddamned internet.
I mentioned this before, but really... I have to keep remembering the many years (ok, the many THOUSANDS of years) that women have been having babies, when there was no internet, and there was no google to look up your symptoms when you convince yourself that something is wrong. You have a slight twinge of pain in your lower back and suddenly you are ready to check yourself into the hospital and are expecting the worst.
It doesn't help that, since I am so early in the pregnancy, so far my symptoms are practically non-existant. NOT that I am wishing for morning sickness... not one iota. However, it might make it all feel more REAL if I did actually feel like I was pregnant. Though the sore boobs are definitely an indication of something going on... but, since I am not feeling any sort of way, of course I start googling everything just to get some more feedback.
One website will tell you one percentage, another gives you an entirely different number, and you have to wonder where people are getting their information. Don't they say that approximately 40% of all statistics are made up anyway?
Regardless, it's disconcerting to read about all of the what-ifs, that you might not have thought about before. And everyone is suddenly a subject-matter expert. I'm operating under the pretense that my Doctor gets paid the big bucks because he knows what he's doing and what he says will ultimately be what I go by, but I can't help but wonder if all of these other people might have some validity behind what they are saying.
The list keeps expanding of the do's and don'ts... from alcohol to hair dye to caffeine to fish (mercury) to lunch meat... and so on and so forth. I'm still a firm believer in "everything in moderation,"and while I don't intend to do anything harmful to this baby while it's depending on me as its lifeline... a little cup of coffee now and again will be ok.
So in conclusion, I believe the internet should be designated for porn. And blogging. And Facebook. And Gchat. And Amazon. And... ok, so maybe I want to keep it around awhile longer but I have to make a concerted effort NOT to read baby websites on a daily basis and drive myself crazy wondering, "what if?"
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