I come to you, dear reader, as the ultimate preconceptionist. I am not pregnant, have never been pregnant, and am not yet trying to become pregnant. I am, however, of childbearing age (specifically, 30-ish), and I ache for a baby—as in my womb hurts and my ovaries are screaming. I have baby fever, and I have it bad.
Passionate activists at The Big Push for Midwives and zealots like The Skeptical OB are clamoring for the attention of childbearing women (aka consumers) just like me. But, as with most things in life, I plan to do this my way—with an open mind and an inherent trust in my ability to make good decisions.
In the interest of partial disclosure, I’ve been working at an association for women’s health care professionals. Over the years, I’ve gained a few opinions (ah-hem, preconceptions) about birth and women’s health. I am opinionated enough that I feel the need to air them in a blog; I also have an impressive pile of unanswered questions.
So, I invite you to join me on my preconception journey to an undisclosed destination, even to myself. Who knows when my spouse will be ready to try for a baby, whether or not we’ll be able to conceive, and if we do conceive, whether or not that pregnancy will bless us with a healthy baby and healthy me? But here I am, and here we go.