Yes, I already said I’m not a huge fan of them, but I have missed gnawing on an occasional chicken satay with the sauce (it’s pointless without), and to have one more food item to be less afraid of ingesting, well that would increase the calm factor slightly.
All it took was for me to read the advice of one mom on a parenting bulletin board. She’d been the only one of six siblings to have a severe peanut allergy, avoided the suspect legume herself during pregnancy and breastfeeding of two children, and one kid is allergic, the other, not.
So don’t believe what you read. Or do. Or something.
Speaking of which, as I am trying not to think too much about my amnio later today, let’s just say the articles which state the miscarriage risk as being between 1 in 200 and 1 in 400, well, they’re not terribly helpful. Apparently, as far as I can read (itself now a suspect endeavor), the 1 in 200 is an old statistic, and 1 in 400 is newer, and the increased safety has to do with how they now use ultrasound to see where the needle is going (what did they do before?).
In other news: I went to swim class again last night. Hurrah. And just so I don’t get too proud of myself for all this oh-so-strenuous exercise I’m doing… I found out that at least one expectant mother in the class comes early to do the prenatal yoga class BEFORE swimming.
Overachiever.
She said, “Neither one really wears me out.”
Humph.
I am, after all, the person who has translated my doctor’s post-amnio advice of “take it easy” and “don’t travel” to “bed rest.” But if you know the height and pitch of the 36 stairs I have to climb to get to my front door, you know why I might equate that journey with “travel,” at least for these next few days, and opt to tuck in with Tivo for the duration.
I think the rest idea is the right call, besides everone needs a TIVO break. Enjoy!