(Or Don’t Presume To Tell Me What I Will And Will Not Do With My Body)
When I first got pregnant, I had to go through this registration appointment to be able to see the on-base OB. It involved a two-hour education session with about twenty other newly-pregnant women, followed by weighing and twelve vials of blood. (I’m convinced there’s a coven of vampires somewhere in the hospital basement. Please someone find Prof. Van Helsing and bring him to me.)
At that long, long education session, we were all told by the very well-meaning education lady that we shouldn’t let our heart rates get above 140 bpm. “Cuts off the blood supply to the placenta,” she said. “Not good for the baby.”
That’s a myth.