I research everything. Everything. Google is my BFF, even more so since the invention of the iPhone. On top of that, I’m a bit of a perfectionist. Once I have a goal in mind, I expect to meet that goal, and I expect to meet it NOW. Because of this, that first negative sign on a pregnancy test felt a bit like receiving an F on an important school project. Fail. Not okay.
I remember lying in bed one Sunday morning with my husband and, knowing that the local high school celebrated their prom the night before, I rolled over and said to him, “Babies were conceived on accident all over the place in the backseats of cars last night. Why is this so hard for people who want to get pregnant?” Keep in mind we had been trying for exactly one month at that time. So while I logically knew I was being irrational, the truth was I was terrified of not being able to get pregnant.
So I did what any good student would do: I studied. I researched the fastest way to get there and read What to Expect Before You’re Expecting. Not a great read, but I did find it better than the first book I picked up after I became pregnant: What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I know this is a really popular book for expecting moms, but I thought it was awful. I’m sure that it’s full of all kinds of fabulous information, but I couldn’t get past the utter boringness of it, so I wouldn’t know.
I wanted to read books that were real, written by women who have no problem speaking the truth about what actually happens, the physical changes, the emotional crazies, the worry, the joy, the straight-up nasties during pregnancy. I wanted to hear it all, without getting a science lesson. I also wanted to read a few books on childcare—not because I wanted to develop some sort of parenting philosophy, but because I thought I might be grateful for a tip or two at 3am.Thankfully, I found that there are a few out there…
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