Blair Campbell writes a nice piece for the East Bay Express about drinking wine while pregnant:
From the moment I got the definitive “you’re pregnant” on New Year’s Day 2009 (causing me to ruefully ditch my Bloody Mary), the question of whether and how much I could drink was the background noise I heard for the next eight months. What follows is an account of life in the rabbit hole.
There’s so much conflicting information out there that Campbell is driven to distraction. The heart of the problem is the American belief that there is such a thing as a risk-free society and the impossibility of proving a negative, as illustrated in this paragraph:
My doctor had said that sips were okay, but that until I hit my fourteenth week of pregnancy, a full glass was inadvisable. After that? There’s no amount known to be safe, she’d said, but if it were herpregnancy, she’d probably have one glass of wine a month.
“No amount known to be safe” could be said about, basically, anything.
Anyway, read the piece. It takes Campbell most of her pregnancy to reach a common sense conclusion.
UPDATE: Per the discussion in comments about people’s ability to rationally assess levels of risk: this clipping from a Virginia newspaper.