Don't eat watermelon and other old wives tales

This summer was a hot one and when its hot, I crave, desire, WANT watermelon. You know, I can sit there and eat a whole watermelon no problem. Then my mom said that I wasn't supposed to eat it due to some chinese beliefs. That, and oh--bananas, beans, salads and other nutritious items that are deemed "too cold" and might harm the baby. C'mon! Then I get checkup calls from her. Not to see how I am doing, but to tell me to get rid of my dog, cover my belly so the baby don't catch cold, don't exercise at all...oh and move out of my house because its on a busy street. Needless to say, shes driving me nuts. Then she'll try and guess the sex of the luvbaby by how red my nose is...or not. So far she flip flops so I guess she doesn't really know. Currently she thinks its a boy. Well shes 50% right. Am I listening to these old wives tales? Nope. I way I see it, if my baby aint strong enough to survive me eating a watermelon or two, and some damn beans well maybe it aint right for this world. We can't shield the little one from everything, the borage of germs that will envelope the new-born, the chemicals, toxins-- all this will be a part of his or her's life and well he or she is gonna have to be strong--survival of the fittest right? I am not the first person in this world to have a baby, why I just read in the L.A times women from mexico have crossed the border pregnant and without food for days in the hot desert sun so um, I am not gonna sweat it, I'll take another slice of that watermelon.