We cannabis consumers are accustomed to questioning norms. Society told us that weed is bad, stoners are lazy, and this dangerous gateway will lead you to heroin and beyond. We learned otherwise within the first few seshes, and, like many of you, I’ve been scoffing at the outdated, biased view of cannabis as an addictive, dangerous drug ever since. And while the uber-high THC doses of today call for some legitimate nuance to that addiction/health risk conversation, I still walked into my 30s highly skeptical of the verboten vibe when it came to cannabis and pregnancy.
When I actually got interested in bearing new life last year, I was dead set on including cannabis in my gestational medicine cabinet. Although my uterus got a mortality check when it didn’t happen immediately. By the time I eventually saw those two lines on a positive pregnancy test in December, it felt far more fragile and precious.
The first thing I did was figure out how many weeks along I was, and then asked ChatGPT about cannabis use at 5 weeks pregnant.
What I learned about the stages of fetal development and the scientific reactions of cannabinoids hitting my system completely transformed how I perceived my puffs. This led to a broader realization that extended beyond my concerns in utero—and emphasized how much more power information wields than fear-mongering.