This pregnancy thing… it’s for the birds. I guess because I’m a first-time mom-to-be and I have never felt any of these things before, but there are so many unexplained questions, feelings, and things that are happening to my precious body and I want to be fully informed.
I find myself constantly Googling ridiculous questions (another blog post about this to come) and reading ludicrous answers by over-anxious mothers in foreign countries from nine years ago. Finally, by week 22, I have decided I should no longer Google anything remotely relating to the aches and pains that come with a normal pregnancy.
Last week, I Googled “pain on top of left rib at 21 weeks pregnant.” For a couple of days, I have been feeling like I had done a thousand sit-ups. Or that I had completed a really hard pilates class. Either way, I was sore.
Let’s be honest. I don’t even know if the soreness I am feeling is even remotely near the top of my left rib, hence why I barely passed science class, but I felt like I was in the ballpark area so I went for it. I fell into the dark hell hole that is Google and I came away with two possible scenarios: I should have my gallbladder removed and/or the baby is kicking my ribs at night.
Ring the alarm.
When I went to the doctor for my monthly check-up a couple of days later, I expressed my concern. He looked at me, knowing that I had damn well Googled the shit out of this question, and calmly said, “Your child is nowhere near the top of your ribs. She is at your bellybutton. You may just need to get a bigger bra.”
I was caught. I didn’t need my gallbladder removed. I didn’t need major surgery. I didn’t need to be up all night thinking that my baby was going to be the next soccer star.
I needed to buy a bigger bra.