A delivery room veteran gives you the low-down as only the best friend can. From the top ten lies ("Maternity clothes are so much cuter now"), to the long-awaited birth, here are practical tips and hilarious takes on everything pregnant.
Furthermore, the author assumes that the reader will of course be giving birth in a hospital, supervised by a doctor, and that her primary motivation in deciding whether or not to breastfeed will be concern for the shape of her breasts. (What was I saying about body image über alles?)
Some of the advice in the chapter called "Pregnancy Insanity" is indeed reassuring, and helpful to share with one's partner. Forewarned is forearmed, etc. But in general, the more I dip into this book, the angrier it makes me. (And yeah, the affected capitalization of the word "girlfriend" throughout gets up my snout, too.) Wish I'd checked the reviews before I bought it.
Vicki Iovine, the author, is a former Playboy centerfold model who scored herself a rich music producer husband and views the world through playboy bunny housewife eyes. A complete idiot, she never considers that maybe some of her readers actually WORK FOR A LIVING rather than sit on their butts and be pampered by rich husbands like she is.
Here are some of the gems of wisdom this...imparts:
- The worst thing you can do during pregnancy is cut your hair! (G-d forbid! Omigosh! Awful!!)
- Don't worry if your husband is too busy to come to your doctor's appointments -- it is really great and special to have an important, busy, overpaid husband like she has! Lucky you, girls, he supports you with money and prestige instead!
- Not once during the ENTIRE chapter about "Telling people that you are pregnant" does it occur to Playboy Vicki that maybe the reason that we can't tell that we are pregnant is because we WORK for a living, and it would put us in jeopardy at our jobs. Instead, she talks about telling your "girlfriends" (of which she has many, since she has zillions of nannies and of course doesn't work for living), your mother, your husband, etc. No where does it contemplate, telling your co-workers or boss!
- She tries to pretend that she is budget-conscious, but it is extremely clear that she is operating on a budget that has no end. References to furniture, breast pumps, etc etc etc are rife with suggestions to just "go ahead and spend the extra money" as if that is an option for everyone.
As a working woman who struggles daily with issues of pregnancy while at work, this book was the LAST THING I ever wanted to pick up. I am proud of my contributions to the work force and to the company I work for, and never do I aspire to be like Vicki Iovine, former Playboy-model turned so-called author. Ugh.
She even says that your husband that should turn to the Playboy channel until you get your figure back. I wasn't offended necessarily, but more ashamed that a fellow woman would say this during a time that is so sensitive for women to begin with.
The truth is, this is not written by a normal woman, it's written by a Playboy centerfold (which is probably why she's ok with her husband watching it) so she isn't concerned with the normal things that we all are. She doesn't have to exercise because she has personal trainers when her pregnancy is done. Normal women work until their delivery date, we have to watch what we eat, most of us have to exercise, and most of us hate looking at our growing bodies and if our husband's turned their attentions elsewhere, it would hurt.
I am not saying pregnancy is beautiful and all that stuff, but there still are lines that shouldn't be crossed because it's a sensitive time, and most of what is supposed to be funny in this book, is negative and exagerrated. I feel sorry that the author feels so negatively about pregnancy. I don't think it's a piece of cake by any means (Actually I can't wait til it's over) but I still don't think that this is book is good for pregnancy. It's just not funny.
I personally would not recommend this book to any pregnant woman.