So it's not a normal day if I'm not worrying about something. Well, since I got pregnant I've had a nice healthy fear of toxoplasmosis thanks to my mother. With three cats in the house it's been a concern of mine. Our vet said it would be much cheaper to test me than the cats. So I got tested. I am immune to the disease. You can get it from uncooked eggs (hello cookie dough), unpasteurized milk (which we used to get from the farm down the road), undercooked meat (we all have probably experienced that at some point), improperly washed fruits & veggies (I am guilty there), playing in sandboxes where cats have "been" (yep), and playing in dirt without gloves (yep, again) amongst other things. Over 60% of the population in America has been infected at some point and most don't even know it. The doctor told me not to change the litter box and I have been free of that duty since we got multiple cats. She wasn't concerned. Then the stupid nurse calls and tells me I'm immune and that the doctor doesn't want me "handling the cats OR the litter." What?! I can't handle my cats?! I am immune! That makes no sense! I'm hoping she just misspoke and I am still trying to get in touch with them to clarify her message. Maybe I just need my ears checked.
There is so much craziness out there about pregnancy do's and don'ts. It's pretty ridiculous. I was craving a hot dog (and I don't even like them that much) and I caved in and had one at the Scottish Festival. That big sign that read "Scottish Beef" just called out to me! Then I freaked all afternoon and imagined my baby in there withering from a hot dog! I mean how did the cave women survive on raw Snuffleupagus and still manage to reproduce healthy offspring? We're not even going to talk about my coke habit...not that kind of coke habit. Don't put me on the worst mother of the year list just yet, ok?!
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