When I got pregnant with my son, I was determined to do everything right. I cut caffeine cold-turkey, even though I was told a little bit wouldn't hurt. I started eating more organic things, adding lots of fresh fruits and veggies, cutting down on fat and sugar, and I was diligent about taking my prenatal vitamin every day. When I started losing weight (which I later found out is normal in 1st trimester and even early 2nd trimester), I calculated exactly how many calories I was supposed to be eating, and even supplemented with a disgusting, chalky protein shake.
I was the ultimate paranoid mom-to-be. After slamming on brakes and barely missing a spinning-out SUV on I-40, I had a few stress contractions, and headed straight to my OB-GYN to get the baby checked out. (Obviously, he was fine.) I drank 10 glasses of water a day. I did my kick counts. I was doing it all by the book.
