...is the title of a book I just checked out from the library. (Don't worry, this is not a TMI blog). It's not THAT kind of book, so get your mind out of the gutter. It's a book about how everyday health issues and environmental factors could affect your ability to get pregnant.
It's pretty terrifying. I totally understand how women can go completely off the deep end when they find out they're pregnant and refuse to drink anything but one specific brand of bottled water or paint their nails because of the possible toxins (I know of at least two people who this applies to). Heating your food up in a plastic container? REALLY? I find myself spazzing about everything now. Like today, I heated up my leftovers for lunch and started to enjoy, when I realized--Oh no! Plastic container + microwave! Did I just commit the equivalent of bathing my uterus in radioactivity?
I'm a little bit reluctant to keep reading the rest of the book, just because I have a feeling that by the time I finish it, I will have sworn off cell phones, computers, and using gasoline. At the same time, I'm learning some useful (and more practical) information.
On a loosely related note, some friends of mine are taking a big vacation this month, and it's going to mark the beginning of their TTC journey. I know I should be happy for them. I should, I should, I should. But really? I am so scared that they will get their BFP on the first try and it will take us months. I know that makes me a horrible, petty person and an unsupportive friend. Good thing you can't throw (real) stones at me through the computer. At the very least, I hope that we will get our BFP too. We see these people pretty often and I can't even imagine how hard it would be to see them become parents while we're still waiting. Guess I need to pray for God to give me peace about the situation.
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