I suffer from Ornithophobia

Yes, that's right, I'm Ornithophobic. I suffer from an irrational fear of birds, and those heinous ibis birds are the worst of the bunch. The only birds that I could possibly stand would be the gorgeous penguin species. I like cats. I also like dogs, but I have an affiliation with cats that I just can't explain.

My reason for letting you know about my phobia is this; I was sat in the park the other day, surrounded by the enemy. There were ibis, Indian minors and the vermin pigeons all sizing me up wanting to flap at me and peck out my eyes, and I'm not exaggerating (OK maybe a little).  When it suddenly struck me while looking at my darling Molly, is my fear of birds hereditary? So I've started looking this up and so far it seems it's not a hereditary thing, but at the same time there is nothing to say otherwise. 

I then began wondering what else I could pass on to Molly, and the list begins with migraines. My grandmother, my mum, my aunt, my sister and myself all suffer with migraines. I didn't get my first one until I was 22, and it really bowled me over. I wouldn't wish a migraine on my worst enemy (although I would wish them on birds, yes I'm awful), so I am hoping that Molly will not inherit them.

I just want the best for my girl but she may be predisposed to conditions that are out of my control, which is the most terrifying prospect as a new parent. Why on earth do we do this to ourselves? All this worry is going to age me overnight. Tomorrow morning my husband will wake up to find a 120 year old dessicated corpse next to him....that's how much I can worry! But I have had to stop myself worrying, it becomes nauseating and one very vicious cycle.

I have since figured that if Molly does inherit some horrible things from me, at least I will be there to hold her hand through it and mop her brow with a cool towel and kiss away her fears. I will be by her side through all the ups and downs waiting to catch her in my ever loving arms. She will always have a mother that loves her more than words can describe and that in itself is the most important thing. The other important thing is, no matter how much I love her, she will never have a pet bird.