SSRIs in Pregnancy
Salon.com Life | Bad chemistry? Here's a hysterical mom worrying that she ruined her kid's life by taking SSRIs in pregnancy. "I didn't drink coffee, I went off ahi and gorgonzola, I avoided the products of both Napa and Humboldt counties. It never occurred to me to stay on the meds."
Well, I went off my meds for baby Biscuit, and regular readers know what a disaster that turned out to be. But I found it impossible not to eat raw milk cheese (is it my fault I had to attend a wedding in France during my pregnancy? Could I possibly have been expected not to partake of a nice Pomerol and actual Camembert while in France? Bad enough that when presented with a plate of homemade fois gras, my pregnant stomach was unable to appreciate the gift...) I lost my taste for coffee, and had never thought giving up playing in kitty litter to be particularly difficult. I knew someone who wouldn't even drink herbal tea while pregnant. (Even innocent herbal tea, like, say, Sleepytime.)
I am not sure what my point is here. C'mon lady, raise your kids, and quit obsessing about what you could have done differently. Of course, in retrospect, I wish I'd stayed on my meds. I certainly will next time I get up the guts to get pregnant. ("There may well have to be roofies involved," I joke to Mr. Biscuit.) Maybe I have no point. Really, this whole post was just an excuse to admit publicly that I ate forbidden cheese while pregnant. Take that! What to Expect When You're Expecting. I piss on your sanctimonious prohibitions.
5 Comments:
Heh! I was so certain that you were going to post on that article that I didn't even bother pointing it out to you.
Ms. Waldman really is exhibiting the worst of Nervous Mom Syndrome. (And you can see it in other columns of hers, too.) Though I did strongly approve of her article about her abortion of a severely deformed fetus.
That woman makes me clench my teeth and mutter. Except for the abortion, good job on that, as Max pointed out.
Recently a pregnant friend made a big fuss about not getting a salad that had (most likely pasteurized) feta on it, and then proceeded to order a caesar salad, complete w/classic raw egg dressing. I didn't say anything. But I thought "HA ha."
Geez. I wonder how she'll feel when one of her kids turns out gay.
(Not that *my* parents said anything of the sort of, "What did we do wrong?" thing, no, no, of *course* not.)
Jude
Jude: funny enough, she wrote another breathless piece about hoping her son is gay so she can have a shopping companion: http://www.salon.com/mwt/col/waldman/2005/03/28/gay_marriage/index_np.html
I wonder does anyone abuse Rhohypnol, you know, just sit around whacking themselves on a roofy? Me too, Amy, I piss on their old tired prohibitions, as well. Maybe something like the old COYOTE, maybe POYOTE, piss on your old tired ethics. I obviously need a nap.
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