Like many first time expectant women, I was freakishly nervous about my every move once I found out I was pregnant. I watched my diet like a hawk, held my breath during every heartbeat check and called my doctor when I slipped on my rear.
About halfway through my pregnancy, I took a trip with my husband to Italy and wore out the soles of my shoes over ten days of touring. On the last night, I decided to spoil myself with a long hot bath. Soaking in bubbles up to my chin, I read my book and relaxed like a woman with child should. It was wonderful while it lasted, but I was struck with panic later. Having not felt my baby for a few hours, I convinced myself that I had hard-boiled my baby.
Boarding the aircraft the next day, I finally felt a kick. Whew. As soon as I landed, I called my OB/GYN and inquired about the safety of hot baths. She laughed and said, "You were nice and relaxed, right? I bet that baby was, too."