Is there an official "panic" stage of pregnancy? Official or not, I'm there. In the past 24 hours I've found myself Googling things as broad as "parenting" to "how am I supposed to take care of a baby???" I've thought about the parenting class I took one too many semesters ago going crazy over where I put those notes. Why didn't I burn the things I learned there into my brain? Why is the only thing I can remember something about when babies can sleep through the night and how to get your 20-something to move out? How am I suppose to know how much to feed this thing? How the heck do you swaddle? What if it hates me? Why haven't I signed up for a parenting class at the hospital yet? Why haven't I found out if my insurance even covers such a thing? Why haven't I found a two-bedroom apartment yet? I don't cook enough family dinners. Is that something I need to work on now or will it come with time? What's the deal with Doulas? What if I register for a white crib but end up wanting a black one? What if that dream I had the other night comes true and I give birth at 21 weeks? What if that other dream comes true and no one lets me see my baby for a week after he's born? What if my baby dies while sleeping in his car seat like that article on KSL the other day? What if there are complications during birth and I lose him? How am I suppose to deep-clean my apartment before we move out? Am I eating enough vegetables? I'm definitely not eating enough vegetables. What kind of mother am I going to be if I can't even stay on top of the laundry? Is the fact that we always forgot to feed our fish a representation of our parenting skills? How are we suppose to afford this endeavor? I definitely forget to take my prenatal vitamins too often. Will that cookie dough I ate at 8 weeks give my baby a brain defect? How will I know if I'm giving my baby terrible habits that he will carry with him throughout his life?
I would call this list the tip of the iceberg.
This will go away eventually, right? I won't always be a nervous wreck?