When pregnant with Jacob I was fearful that making love would cause a miscarriage despite the recommendations of my doctors -- and every published piece of literature. Now, although those fears exist somewhere, they're much more subdued, and my sole concern is that I need sleep and my own space for a few weeks. Still, I feel awful about putting Rob off like this. He's given me such a wonderful gift (again) and here I am telling him to roll over and leave me alone.
My concerns for the baby have started to grow as well. For some reason, when I was pregnant with Jacob I just knew that he was going to be okay. From day one I knew, just knew, that he would be a perfect baby. This time, I can't shake the feeling that there are many risks. Not that I expect something will be wrong. I just find myself being more aware that it could be.
My fears for this pregnancy revolve around what happened to Jacob in his first few months. Jacob was born very healthy, but he cried inconsolably. Then he would sleep for a few hours and started in again. After a couple of days I called my lactation consultant (who happens to be the mother of six), sure I was doing something wrong. She suggested that since allergies run in my family we should consider the possibility that Jacob had inherited them and that he was reacting to something in my diet. Sure enough he showed a dramatic improvement as I cut all dairy proteins -- not just milk, but ALL dairy -- out of my diet, then all soy. Next to go was corn and all foods sweetened by corn syrup. Finally, eggs, thus nearly all baked goods, were eliminated. It took nearly three months to determine the offending foods and approximately two weeks each to remove them from my diet and allow time for all remaining proteins to exit my body and thus my breastmilk. In the end we determined that we had one very allergic, but much happier baby.