Whenever I get any symptoms, my fingers are flying over the keyboard, trying to find an e-diagnosis. Darling Husband has gotten more than one tearful phone call as I sobbed, “I have a brain tumor!”
Since there are so, so, so, so many things that you should not do when you’re pregnant, I have been going a little Google-nuts.
Most websites recommend that you follow the pregnant-and-nursing guidelines while you’re trying to conceive, and that means I’ve only got about five months to figure out this out. I thought it would be easier to list everything in one place.
WHAT NOT TO EAT/DRINK:
Raw or undercooked eggs (I fear this means cookie dough)
Caesar salad (raw egg in dressing)
Raw fish (sushi or sashimi)
Tuna (although some experts say one serving per week is safe)
Pre-cooked diced chicken (Found in sandwich shops)
Soft-serve ice cream (Daaaaaamn)
Pre-made grocery store salads
No more than 10,000 IU of Vitamin A per day (there is only 6,000 in your prenatal vitamin)
Caffeined coffee (more than 100mg)
Caffeined pop (more than 100mg)
Unpasteurized soft cheeses
Packaged luncheon & deli meat
Un-filtered tap water
WHAT NOT TO DO:
Microwave food in plastic containers
Dye your hair
Go horseback riding
Go downhill skiing
Take any medication without checking with your doctor
Sit in hot tubs
Take hot baths
Go near kitty litter boxes
Clean your oven
Inhale gas while filling up your car
Houseclean with heavy-duty cleaning products (i.e. scotchguard, stain removers)
Go near a room that’s been freshly-painted
Hang around in fume-filled nail salons (especially near gel nail applications)
Jump on a trampoline
Well, there you have it, preggos and pre-preggos! Stay away from those damn trampolines. I can’t imagine why that — and some of the other items on this list — are dangerous, but the hypochondriac in me isn’t arguing.
Although I will miss hot dogs …
P.S. Don’t even get me started on Diet Coke. That sob story is for another blog entry.
P.P.S. Or possibly a whole new blog, called Diary of an Addict or something.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)