Officially Over The Hippie Naysayers
It's totally true that when you get pregnant, people are gonna start telling you what you should do or shouldn't do and basically tell you all the horrible, crazy, doom and gloom stories about babies and childbirth and how they heard about all these foods and products and practices that will MAKE YOUR KID RETARDED or some other travesty....
I can't think of one single thing that hippies approve of. Even the air is bad for me. If I followed every edict laid out, I would live in a mud hut in some remote village and eat only roots that I dug from the ground with my own hands. If I hear the word 'organic' one more time I will go bat-shit.
The human civilization has spent CENTURIES studying and learning and developing - and I, for one, really dig the fact that we have, oh, running water, toilets, hospitals, doctors, scientists, and have eradicated things like the plague, found vaccines for lots of other icky stuff, and have a plentiful supply of food, clothing, and MacBooks. So, no, I don't want to 'get back to nature' and stop wearing makeup, shaving my legs, and start hugging trees and paying a ton of money for 'organic' food. I like hot showers, shaving, cosmetics (thank you Sephora!), soap, perfume, and eyeliner. My womb-critter is pretty active, and from what i've been told, really, really healthy. I know this because, thank you science, I saw him on an ultrasound. I had my blood tested to make sure there was no funky genetic things or virus things floating around, and I have a network of doctors to call on if I have any questions or concerns. It's pretty great. I like knowing that when he's born a whole cadre of doctors, who have dedicated their lives to studying and knowing this stuff, will be there.
All i'm saying, really, is thanks for your kind concern. Your worldview is probably pretty awesome from the place you stand, and I bet you wake up everyday feeling just fantastic. And that's great. I'm really stoked that you're happy and healthy. (I totally am, no joke.) I'm gonna feel just fine when I touch up my roots to appease my vanity tonight, and i'm really going to enjoy my latte in the morning. When i'm working on my fancy MacBook at work, i'm gonna be stoked that I cleaned the desk with Lysol and there's air conditioning. Also, the kid has a fondness for cookies and Starbucks pastries. I'll feel pretty great about that, too.