The other day I was working out for the first time in many many months, but I’ll talk about that in a later post.
Working out really clears your head, you know? In that moment of clarity, I realized a conversation with the husband was in order. He was in the bedroom, so I walked in and started talking.
Me: Hey baby, I just thought I should tell you… I took a pregnancy test today.
Husband: Oh shit.
Me: Don’t worry, not pregnant. Thank God, right?
Husband: Oh shit. Yeah, thank God.
Me: It’s just that it’s been 8 weeks, and I was starting to get worried. I know I stopped the birth controls pills at an odd time in cycle and threw my body off, so it’s not that unusual. But I had to be sure sure, you know?
Husband: Yeah, I know. That’s shit’s crazy.
Me: I know right. If I was pregnant, I would blame you. I mean, for other than the obvious reasons. I would think you jinxed me when you held a three year old up to the sky and claimed you wanted one.
Husband: I did do that, huh? Well, I didn’t mean it. Not yet.
Me: Better not have meant it. Jinxing me… No babies yet.
Husband: Damn right.
That’s basically the gist of what happened. I’m paraphrasing because I waited too many days to get the quotes exactly right. Husband, If I got some part of that wrong, let me know please.
One of my favorite blogs to read is Single Infertile Female. Her story is just so inspiring and interesting to me. At the moments where I’m so grateful to push off motherhood, I kind of feel like a douche because there are so many women who would love to be mothers if the opportunity were available.
But on the other hand, I’ve never had a real pregnancy scare. This is mostly due to my irregularity. Without birth control pills, my cycle does what the hell it wants. And after stopping pills and throwing my body out of whack, I’m sure it’s just rebounding.
There’s just this tiny part of me that is a bit worried. I’ve never been pregnant before, and I’d like to think that’s because I’ve been smart and careful. But I’ve also never had a fertility test done. I’d like to think when the time comes, I’ll have no problems in that area, but it’s not guaranteed.
Knowing I’m not pregnant, but also knowing how weird my body is being right now, I’m thinking I need to take a trip to the doctor just to make sure things are okay. I figure I’ll give it another week or so.
But aside from my inkling of a worry that something may be wrong, I’m just celebrating the lack of an unplanned pregnancy. The husband and I high fived each other at the end of our conversation.
It’s really for the best. The husband I are so inappropriate, we’d crack jokes at how our first-born was an unexpected accident at that child’s first ten birthday parties. No kid should be put through that.
Have you heard of BPA? It’s bisphenol A. Google it if you’re not sure.
It’s an estrogen mimicking chemical in a lot of plastic products. You can recognize it because it has a 7 in the recycling triangle on the plastic.
Here’s the deal. BPA is bad. Giving people a large amount of synthetic hormone is no bueno. Women with weird menopause symptoms, men with boobs, babies with second evil heads, BPA probably contributed to your issues.
Because my undergrad degree was in Chemistry, I get real uneasy about these chemical issues because of stuff I learned in school. BPA in particular freaks me out. I know they’ve been using it since the 1960s. But they’ve used more and more over the years as plastics have become ubiquitous.
And it’s not just plastic. BPA is in receipts, canned goods, and all sorts of other things. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want my baby to grow a second evil head.
Since I got married, I’ve been especially worried about this. I’ve started avoiding receipts. I keep a Ziploc bag in my purse for receipts when I have no choice but to take them. I don’t eat any canned foods anymore (though I will still serve 50+ year old men canned food).
But there’s one issue I can’t figure out how to handle. Plastic cups and other containers. The FDA recently made a rule for no BPA in baby containers, but adult containers can still have them. So if I use cups with BPA in them, it will be in my breast milk. I don’t want my babies to have second evil heads.
I have tried very hard to keep my health the best it can be. We’re not planning on having kids for a few more years, but in case I accidentally (knock on wood) get pregnant, I want low BPA, high folic acid, and high antioxidants in my system at all times.
Would it be going to far to only drink out of cups that are either glass or meant for children? Maybe, but what if (God forbid) I get pregnant in 4 months? I don’t want all that BPA floating around my system, feminizing my unborn son.
The FDA is still insisting BPA is harmless. I say whatever to that. I tend to stay away from things until we’ve had enough time to prove their okay. Laser eye surgery concerned me, and still will, until I know someone who’s had it for 20 years.
Now that BPA is going away from babies, I expect we’ll see a decline in weird new baby issues in the next 5 years or so. And since that’s smack in the middle of my baby making intentions, I will avoid BPA.
I know I can’t avoid all possible issues with any children I give birth to. But just like eating (relatively) healthy, and exercising, I can do my part and hope the genetic dice roll agrees.
Am I being completely crazy? Has anybody else ever made any big pre-pregnancy changes just in case?