Saturday, May 1, 2010

Super Echinacea

Super.  Super echinacea.  "Echinacea" is not even a word my SpellCheck acknowledges, but from the substance's humble beginnings as one of my mom's health cause celebres, it has apparently sped past standard Walgreens supplement status all the way to a pre-conception necessity.
That's what Maia Midwifery says, anyway, and they wrote the bible; I am not going to take it upon myself to argue.  If they sell super echinacea, then Heather will be taking it, along with tea and something called Vitex.  I think there was a a primary... petite?  Something else that she'll be taking.

Such is the process.  We're aswim in completely new territory.  We're control freaks who have no control.  The thing is, we can chart and measure and analyze, but then we turn around and find out we're failing at some other essential step that we didn't know existed.  As a legendary former government official said, "There are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns -- the ones we don't know we don't know."

That's our life: a terribly planned war.  We're chasing an infant like Osama bin Laden, with lube, a speculum, and a fertility monitor as weapons.  We are ill-prepared for the battles a woman's body will wage to keep the invading sperm out, and with these terrifying, unexpected pieces of information-- "Yes!  Yes to prenatal vitamins and yes to pregnancy tea and if you want yes to vitex. I usually recommend them all at a first consult and I cannot believe I neglected to.  Sorry!" said Nurse Nina-- we feel like soldiers who go into war with the best intentions, with faith in their leaders, and find themselves inside shitty Hummers, wearing shitty armor.

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