Terlanjur Minum Soda Saat Hamil 소설 & 이야기

Jack open the car door for Brianna, and helping her sit while Dr. Lash follow behind them. After they both already sit inside, Jack open his car window, and Dr. Lash lean toward it. “Remember Jack, your wife now is hitting her 6 months so make sure that she’s got some great nutrition and start drinking a milk for pregnant woman. Don’t just give her sweets and chocolate. If not, the baby will grew bigger then it should and got sick easily.” He warned.

“Everyone in the resort will know where we are. You’re here to relax and have fun, so start enjoying yourself. Do you want a glass of wine?” “No, thank you,” she smiled, hoping to hide her blush. “We have decided to start a new diet,” Irena added quickly from Sabrina’s other side. “Alcohol is very fattening and not on the list of approved foods.” “You don’t need to diet,” Sandra said with a suspicious look in her eyes. “What else can you drink?” “Any fruit juices that don’t have artificial sweeteners, milk and water,” Irena clarified. “Sounds like a pregnancy diet,” Sandra said in a low whisper, making certain nobody else was listening.

"Is it true? But Doctor Merry said you shouldn't drink too much of Sha's ice. " Shaquelle nods she still remembers when her obstetrician told her that it's not so good to drink ice or sweeten when pregnant. It can make the baby too big and difficult to remove. Moreover, Shaquelle really wants to give birth normally, maybe later when her womb gets bigger, Shaquelle will stop drinking sweet ice.

“Over there on the stove. They left us a little bit. I guess they figured since we ordered food, they didn’t have to.” He chuckles as he fixes his plate and sits down across from me. Then he reaches over and grabs my Sprite, taking a long drink. “Are you drinking my soda?” I ask. He laughs. “You’re not supposed to be drinking soda anyway. It’s not good for the baby.” “I can have a little bit,” I argue. “It’s full of ice, and I need it sometimes, for burping purposes. Unless you want me burping out of the other end.”

I snap at him. “Just go eat your soup; you can keep the soda.” I eat my soup and drink my soda and get a spike of energy. Stella has been bugging me to play in the dirt. I head out to the garden and start pulling weeds. The staff brings me some ginger tea and soda. I spend a few hours in the garden. Faith brings me more ginger soda and some pills. “Thanatos wants you to take multivitamin supplements every day. They help the baby develop when you get pregnant. Since you don’t know for sure when you will get pregnant, it’s best to just take them every day.” Faith explains.

He asked. “Everything’s been fine, she hasn’t been sick, or feeling ill or anything,” I said to him. “I’m sorry about the next question, I’m just trying to rule everything out. Was the fetus exposed to any harmful substances?” he asked, and I frowned at him. “Are you asking if she’s been drinking or using drugs?” I asked him, and he looked down briefly. “AMC is considered rare,” he said. “No, she hasn’t. She does moderate exercises with a baby group, eats healthily, no alcohol, and no drugs,” I said.

Patience me once again, from treating my husband. "This is soda, it's danger of pregnant women drinking soda." "I don't know, it's water that's there anyway." "Get off, buy water there." "Already home, drinking in the apartment." "You're insane! I died first." "Trust your husband, nothing will happen." not to mention I spit out another word. The car is already moving. "Watch out if my stomach hurts." I threaten Gerald. He already annoyed me first. Very annoying. "No, dear." I was lazy to argue again and chose to sleep.

I went mute for a minute, realizing that I was the one bringing harm to my child. " Hello?" I heard him say over the phone and jumped. " Umm, doctor. The thing is, recently there has been so much going on and last night I kinda drank almost a bottle of red wine." " ma'am, the first thing you need to avoid is stress at this stage. you can have a glass of red wine but just a glass not more than that. you need to be careful with the safety of your unborn child and try to keep yourself happy." " Okay, doc. Thank you so much. Umm, did the alpha inform you about h date of my father's funeral rite?"

When everything was ready, she helped me undress and eased me into the tub. The heat enveloped me instantly, sinking into my aching muscles and loosening the constant knot of tension in my shoulders as I leaned my head back against the cushioned rest and closed my eyes for a moment. Mirabelle remained standing beside the tub, hands folded. “You don’t have to stay with me,” I murmured. “You can leave.” “Are you sure, my lady?” She asked softly and I nodded without opening my eyes. “Yes.” “Would you like something to drink while you’re in there? Maybe iced tea or a smoothie?” I sighed. “I’m pregnant, so I can’t drink any alcohol like they do in the movies. A smoothie would be fine.”

Laura slowly called, and I gawked at her opened eyes which looked as if she was dizzy. “Did you drink?” I asked to be certain. “No, I didn't. I only ate pizza while waiting for you to show up, but you didn't.” She replied. I nodded and sighed in relief. At least, she didn't drink. Getting drunk at this stage of her pregnancy would be effective on our baby, and I was sure she was aware of the risk. “Come on, let's go to bed.” I pulled her into my arms, heading upstairs to our room.