Preconception is madness.
It's an absolute zoo.
I know enough to be terrified, and enough to drive J absolutely mental. Every bottle in our house with an ingredient list has been scanned, and some J is no longer allowed to use (anything with "fragrance (perfum)" listed has been banned, as it causes reproductive damage in fetuses).
Resources on optimizing nutrition, preventing food allergies and wtf is a basal body thermometer are bookmarked. Blogs are read constantly, and furniture+baby are rearranged in my brain at least a dozen times a day. Strollers and carriers are researched, parents are pestered, plans are made.
The ethics of babies have been discussed, including several of my NICU babies. More plans are made.
Supplements are consumed, friends are notified. We even have a plan in place should J be pregnant by our big week long Girl Guide camp this summer, with 3000 other people (all girls and women).
Our baby daddy is wearing boxers.
It's actually happening..... am I old enough for this????