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Published February 17, 2014 at 9:25 p.m. | Updated April 4, 2022 at 7:52 p.m.
One of the first things I did after I found out I was pregnant was dash to Barnes & Noble to browse their pregnancy section. I wanted to devour everything. I sat on the floor and thumbed through the illustrated day-by-day guides, the memoirs, the tirades. More than an hour later, completely overwhelmed, I came home with just one book, which I bought simply because it sounded familiar: What to Expect When You're Expecting.
Since then, the books have piled up. In the beginning, I read voraciously. Then, in the second trimester, thankful to be feeling a bit better and eager to think about anything other than pregnancy, I stopped.
But last week, I entered a new and, frankly, ridiculous, phase of pregnancy: insomnia. I was exhausted all day, but when night rolled around, my brain kicked into hyperdrive and wouldn't let me sleep.
I passed the hours each night watching "Orange is the New Black." I read the New Yorker cover to cover and found myself surprisingly riveted by a fascinating story about long-distance swimmer Diana Nyad. I listened to hours of VPR classical. And when I had nothing left to occupy me, I watched my belly contort as the baby squirmed and kicked with alarming new power.
Finally, I remembered I had baby books to read. Here's the rundown of my bedside titles.
Since then, the books have piled up. In the beginning, I read voraciously. Then, in the second trimester, thankful to be feeling a bit better and eager to think about anything other than pregnancy, I stopped.
But last week, I entered a new and, frankly, ridiculous, phase of pregnancy: insomnia. I was exhausted all day, but when night rolled around, my brain kicked into hyperdrive and wouldn't let me sleep.
I passed the hours each night watching "Orange is the New Black." I read the New Yorker cover to cover and found myself surprisingly riveted by a fascinating story about long-distance swimmer Diana Nyad. I listened to hours of VPR classical. And when I had nothing left to occupy me, I watched my belly contort as the baby squirmed and kicked with alarming new power.
Finally, I remembered I had baby books to read. Here's the rundown of my bedside titles.
This article was originally published in Seven Days' monthly parenting magazine, Kids VT.
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Megan James began writing for Seven Days in 2010, first as Associate Arts Editor. She later became an editor for Seven Days' monthly parenting magazine, Kids VT, and is currently a freelance contributor.
Megan James began writing for Seven Days in 2010, first as Associate Arts Editor. She later became an editor for Seven Days' monthly parenting magazine, Kids VT, and is currently a freelance contributor.
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