So this is my second pregnancy, first one ended in a miscarriage. When I told my MIL over the holiday break she went on this whole tangent about how I should be on bed rest and not do anything. My husband was present during this conversation but said nothing, as we were eating breakfast.

I responded to her saying that light exercise is important in having heathy pregnancy outcomes. That going on daily walks is important in balancing blood sugar levels after a meal, and also helps with symptoms such as constipation. That I never push myself to hard, so as not to over heat, maintaining my ability to have a conversation.

She still went on about how just raising an arm over head causes a big increase in heart rate. That people who really want a baby have gone on bed rest for their entire pregnancy…. This lady always has to be right and have the last word. Whatever.

Fast forward to last week. It’s late evening and my back was hurting. I looked up whether child’s pose is safe in the first trimester pregnancy—it is, cool. I did that one pose to bring relief to my back. Later I go to the bathroom, I’m bleeding a little. I decide it’s too early to worry about it (I live on an island with no OB or ultrasound machine, so even if I did go to the health center urgent care they wouldn’t be able to do anything other than book me an appt with an OB at the next hospital an island over->And only if it got serious). Next day, I’m spotting brown—but very minimal. I’m not worried, I didn’t have any accompanying pain. But I tell my husband anyways. Hey, you never know, things can change.

This guy… I told him I was going to sit on the bed and fold laundry and apparently that’s dangerous. Because I might twist to the side. I get that he is worried, but I don’t want his anxiety to transfer to me. Also, I hate being told I can’t do anything. First of all, he and his mom are not doctors. Second of all, I’m not this fragile being. Pregnant women are not fragile and delicate beings incapable of walking around and doing stuff. I also feel like this constant nagging at me, is also triggering some irrational feelings of guilt. Like, if I just hadn’t done X, Y, Z maybe I wouldn’t have had a miscarriage.

Gah!! I feel awful.

Anyone else feel this way?