The thing about being pregnant is that eeeeeeeeverybody has an opinion about everything, they are all correct, and you must agree or else be labeled. Labels don't bother me unless they are degrading AND wrong, but ya know, sometimes one out of two is enough. Like just wrong.
The correlary to this "thing" is the other thing, which is that everyone is so willing to share their opinions. And really, truly, honestly, when it's an opinion from a friend, I don't mind hearing it. Mostly because when a friend wants you to know something, they say, "Hey, did you know that *insert something to worry about here* is blah blah blah?" And I either say, yeah, I just read about that or no, that's interesting. I'll look into it. But relatives seem to go more for the, "You really should do *whatever they were told in 1965*." Uhh. Thanks. I think.
But if your goal is to drive me absolutely insane, try this because I am SICK of this conversation (my thoughts are in italics):
them: So, have you gotten the list of things you can't eat yet?
me: Yeah, I've done lots of reading and the doctor went over stuff at our appointment.
them: So what's on that list these days?
me: Well... no smoking or alcohol -
them: Eh, I had wine when I was pregnant. My kid turned out fine.
me: Okay, assuming they "turned out fine," that doesn't really prove anything. I'll decide for myself, thanks!
me: ........ and you have to be careful about fish -
them: They didn't have those rules when I was pregnant.
me: ........well, things change, there's more pollution in the water now................. and you have to only have coffee in moderation-
them: OH! You can't have coffee AT ALL! Coffee is terrible for a baby!
me: looking for the nearest bridge to jump from to end this conversation ...... and some packaged meats can have listeria
them: HUH? Like hot dogs?
me: Yes. Like hot dogs.
them: But that's not a big deal. I mean you can't really get sick from them.
me: Well the risk is small, but the baby has an 80% mortality rate if you get it. It's not worth a hot dog to me.
them: You're a little overly cautious, don't you think?
Hi! My research for my pregnancy choices trumps your blathering. I'm not shoving hot dogs down your throat. But I might. Now shut up!
This has been a public service announcement. Please, if you know a pregnant woman, assume that she has two brain cells to rub together.