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“My vagina feels like it’s being split in two by Zeus’s lightning bolt!” And other interesting facts about pregnancy.


All names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Any resemblance to situations that may have occured in real life is purely uncoincedental.

In the world of pregnancy, life is not gum drops and rainbows, this shit is real folks.

You might need a towel…

I am a member of a very special group of women.  We all happen to be due in or close to December 2011.  We’re also all a little nutty.  If you thought that women can’t bring themselves to discuss the dirty, the stinky, and the raunchy, let me tell you, you were wrong!  Maybe it takes having something pretty big in common, like being pregnant together, to bring out the ick factor in a bunch of girls, but social norms be damned, nothing is sacred anymore.  Be prepared, if you thought pregnant women were all glowy and beautiful shitting glitter you are about to learn otherwise.  The books don’t cover everything.

Let’s get right in there, no reason to put it off and uh… candy coat it.  Constipation!  Everyone has suffered it at some point, no use denying it.  We just don’t talk about it.  Who really cares or wants to hear about other people’s poo business anyway?!  Well, pregnant women tend to enjoy discussing this.  We talk all things poo all the time.  Who is, and who isn’t doing it, when where and how frequently.  There may be a case for having us committed, or at least put on a farm where we can all giggle and eat and poo to our hearts content.

  • Ooohh! I can’t poo!!! What I would do for a good poo!!! – Lady Banger
  • I didn’t expect constipation and hemorrhoids to be this bad. – Tonya Fuzzynuts
  • I have hemorrhoids that look like a cluster of tiny grapes!! AAAKK – Lady Banger
  • I wish I had a plug…I swear I dont poo for five days then im in there 24 times a day… – Exotica Dangler

Oh, and it’s not just poo…

  • I seriously just laughed so hard I peed a little! – Kara Stroker
  • They are making me pee in a hat and keep it in my fridge! – Kara Lottatang
  • omg I have peed and sneezed myself at the same time FIVE TIMES TODAY!! I HAVE PEE RUNNING DOWN MY LEG!! I PEED IN THE GROCEREY STORE MEAT ISLE!! – Lady Banger
  • I sneeze and I pee myself, I cough and I pee myself, I laugh and I pee myself, I get kicked repeatedly from the inside, and I pee myself.  I now need depends – Exotica Dangler
  • This summer, my crotch was wet for 3 months. I peed my pants constantly and it was so hot that even when I didn’t pee my pants it looked like I did because of sweat. – Barbie Cucumber
  • Honest, I’ve worn a pad since yesterday constantly because of the constant hard coughing. IT’S AWFUL!! I’m constantly dribbling myself! – Lady Banger
  • Sometimes, when I manage not to pee myself, I announce it with fanfare – Kara Lottatang
And wouldn’t you know it, it’s not just pee either.
  • Ok we won’t go into that one…  it’s slimy and sticky and, no I lied, let’s go
  • So there is this white slimey stuff in my underpants… – Kara Lottatang
Your boobs may leak and drip, along with just about everything else that it able to.  Sleep is so hard to come by for me that when I do sleep my body goes into like, sleep starvation mode.  I sleep so deeply that I drool everywhere!  It wakes me up and I have to wipe my face and turn my pillow!  The sneezes, oh the sneezes.  I haven’t sneezed this much in my life.  I started to worry that I may be allergic to Little Miss.  Pregnant women are still women though.  We still care about how we look, and really would like to carry on the way we always have.  Sometimes though, that is simply not an option…
  • Oh! And varicose veins that look like road maps! – Cara Darkholer
  • And not being able to see while shaving the honey pot! 😀 – Cara Darkholer
  • Can you come over and help me groom my vajayjay? I need a real friend to help me, someone honest with a steady hand who won’t lop off my labia! – Lady Banger
  • I made up a magical world and drew its road map in my stretch marks – Exotica Dangler
  • AND THE ZITS!!!! On all FOUR cheeks!!!! – Cara Darkholer
  • and the horrible bleching and gas that comes… – Tonya Fuzzynuts
  • Don’t forget the gas! Farting in public is no longer embarrassing! – Kara Stroker
  • OMG and the big huge dark nipples! Does anyone ELSE have little tiny bumps all over their nipples?! – Kara Lottatang
  • oh and im so emotional that when my boyfriend tries to pick off what he thinks is one of his stray hairs from my chin and it ends up being ATTACHED i start bawling, and then i make myself cough, and then i throw up and pee at the same time! – Exotica Dangler
  • I’ve managed to sneak away from the cursed zit monster. I however had some weird bump on my thigh that looked like it wanted to pop but never did. – Lady Banger
  • my nipples look like the freaking Andes mountains its very strange…dark, bumpy… (slightly hairy from time to time) – Exotica Dangler
  • I go to bed early so I have time alone to fart. It used to be so i would have time alone for me time, but now I fart instead – Kara Lottatang
Yes, pregnancy is a beautiful thing.  It is also a painful thing, as if the title to this post didn’t tell you that already.
  • And breaking ribs from octopus kicks! – Cara Darkholer
  • I never expected it to feel like my pelvic bone was gonna pop in half. – Kara Slapalot
  • Pelvic pain is excruciating. – Barbie Cucumber
  •  I did not expect the extreme heartburn – Kinky Sticky
  • The pelvic pain and all this icky discharge. It really wasn’t like this the first time – Sandy Slamm
Yes, we are in pain.  Expect pain, and plenty of it.  You will even learn what is tolerable pain and what you need to question.  As I sit here my back is screaming.  I’m not doing anything different, I sit up straight, don’t lean back in my chair, always have, but right now it hurts.  When you take your bra off at the end of the day it’s like unwrapping a bandage that was on too tight.  Ow.  Shoes and socks can do the same thing.  Invest in a pair of sneakers that are half a size bigger, and some really forgiving socks.  You don’t want tight socks.  My hands hurt so bad I couldn’t even clamp the can opener onto my jar of chili earlier tonight.  This is mostly from the carpal tunnel.  I had it before I got pregnant so it has been especially bad for me.  Yesterday I questioned it.  I bent over to pick something up and felt this burning ripping sensation right below my breast bone.  It seemed to radiate out to both sides and wrap around my belly.  It was awful.  I left Bunny to finish cleaning the kitchen and I went to sit for a while.  It still aches, like a bruise, but the doctor reassured me that it was normal.  He said it’s most likely because my bowel is so pushed up in my body that I probably just pinched something when I bent over.  No biggie.  These kinds of one time pains happen from time to time.  Usually it’s nothing to worry about though.
I am making this all sound pretty dreadful, if rather amusing.  It’s not all bad I swear!  Not very many people want to talk about pregnant sex.  I don’t know why not, it can be pretty fantastic!  There are always some women whose  men who are freaked out by the concept, and there are some women who don’t want it, or find it too painful.  For the women who fall into those categories, get a BOB.  This stands for Battery Operated Boyfriend.  Trust me, you will appreciate this bit of advice.
  • Never before has a sex dream made me orgasm… I could stay pregnant forever if it didn’t make me so miserable! – Kara Lottatang
  • ME TOO! It’s weird! Im alllllways in the mood. Hubby told me, “Im not a sex tool!” – Jenna Stroker
  • And this is the first pregnancy I got 2nd trimester horny-ness. – Barbie Cucumber
The dreams can really get going too, and not just the sex dreams.  You will dream about baby, about ex boyfriends, about your significant other cheating.  All kinds of things.  Don’t think too much about it, they are dreams, they aren’t real.  Dreaming about your ex can simply mean that you’re wondering if you are still attractive, and dreaming about your loved one cheating is as simple as a fear of taking a huge life step alone.  It doesn’t mean it’s happening, just like the million miscarriage dreams you will have mean you are going to miscarry.  Know what else these crazy vivid pregnant dreams mean?  YOU’RE SLEEPING!  Relish it, it won’t last.  They like to say ‘sleep now while you have the chance!’ I say sleep whenever you have the chance.  If you aren’t doing it yet you will soon be waking up a million times a night to pee, roll over, and maybe even check your blood sugar.
I could go on forever about the real things to look forward to during pregnancy, that no one will tell you, but you’ll get it all figured out.  Every one of us is different any way.  You will probably have to deal with constipation, hemorrhoids, peeing on yourself, weird pains, and crazy dreams.  If you’re lucky you will have a really fantastic group of ladies to talk about it all with.  There is no reason to be shy, we’re all either dealing with it, going to deal with it, or have dealt with it.  If you need to pee your pants, it’s nice to have someone there to lend you a depends.

How a tiny body taught me how to embrace my own body


This post is part of the 2011 Love Your Body Day Blog Carnival

This is how I came to appreciate, and yes, even love, my body.

As I lay in bed trying to brain storm ideas for a blog post about loving my body it occurs to me that my body is trying to prevent me from writing.  Laying on my belly over a pillow is my preferred posture for writing in bed, but tonight I am not the only one who gets a vote.  As a matter of fact my idea to lay on my belly has been completely vetoed.  I don’t even get to argue my case, not that my opposition would know what I was babbling about anyway.  And while we may agree on very little outside of caramel apple milkshakes from Steak and Shake, it is my opposition that has taught me to love my body.

Alice at 32 weeks.

Meet the opposition, Alice.  This was taken when she was about 32 weeks gestation.  She is due December 6, 2011. I marvel at her every time I look at one of these pictures.  Can that be real?  Is she really inside me?  We found out about her in mid march, while we were trying to prepare our house to be lived in.  I’d had a feeling for a couple of days…  Let me rephrase that, I had known, for certain, for a couple of days, I just didn’t know how to bring it up to my husband.  I knew he wouldn’t be angry, but he’d be stressed.  Of course he was also really excited, so the rest didn’t really matter.

I don’t really know what prompted it, but I dove head first into learning anything and everything I could about pregnancy and birth.  I felt like I was very hands off during the process, and little things like hearing her heartbeat made me bubble over.  The first time I heard it I started giggling.  My body did that without me knowing anything was even going on.  How cool is that?!  I just had to know more.  I can hardly breath right now, but that is because my body is built to shift it’s contents, which are already in rather tightly, to make room for another person.  Every ache and every pain is a reminder of what is going on.

I was hot, they were intimidated!

One of the first pains I felt was in my hips and pubic bone.  I asked people online and the only real response I got was ‘Oh, that’s lightning crotch.’  Cute, but, what is it?  To the internet!  Pubis Symphsis Dysfunction o_o  Woah, my body was changing shape, moving my bones around, to accommodate this little thing growing inside me.  I didn’t know it could do that.  I was becoming impressed with my body.

Now I know that not only can my body work, without my conscious assistance, to create this little wiggler that beats on me day and night, she needs very little to survive that my body can’t provide.  I mean really, if it was socially acceptable to tuck a naked baby, sans diaper, in my shirt and tie her there, she would be just fine.  As her mother I have the power to completely regulate her body temperature.  I can warm and cool her.  I have the power to feed her for a good long time!

Not only can I feed her with the most perfect food available for her, made by my body, it will keep her pretty healthy.  Sure kids can still get sick, but my breast milk will provide her with the antibodies that my body can tell she needs.  I can put a drop in her eye or ear to help ward off infection.  My milk will assist her in the final development her little body needs such as helping her large intestine mature.  This in turn helps to prevent her from developing ulcerative colitis or necrotizing enterocolitis.  It can help prevent her from being obese later in life, she will be less likely to develop breast cancer (and so will I), not to mention it will save me a fortune.

I always knew that having a baby was a pretty magical process.  You hear that everywhere.  I had no idea just how magical it was though.  Yea, mammals produce milk to feed their young.  It freaked me out, and why would I need to do it with formula on the market.  Holy crap I know why now!  My body has basically devoted all it’s time to making sure it is prepared to do everything the baby needs, and do it with serious flair.  How could I not be in absolute awe of all of that?  It doesn’t matter what I look like, how tall I am, or what I weigh, my body still has this power.  No fashion magazine can take that away from me, although sometimes it seems like they try.

33 weeks

I have had body issues all of my life.  I think most women can say that.  Even in middle school, as a size 6 and a swimmer I thought I was massive.  I was always a happy kid, but I never thought I was attractive, and that seemed to me to be rather important.  I didn’t think unattractive women got married to great guys (such as the one I am married to) it didn’t occur to me that I had plenty of boys wanting to date me.  I didn’t really even believe it when people told me about guys who were interested in me, I just went on my way, ignoring them.  No

one ever asked me to a dance, I took this as a sign that there was something wrong with me.  I recently found some of those old photos, I am pretty sure there was nothing wrong with me!

I never had much positive input on my appearance, at least none that I believed.  I knew what I wanted to look like, and I didn’t look like that.  It didn’t help matters that I am not quite 5′ 11″.  I also had a few people that were ready and willing to let me know that I was, in fact, sub par.  Of course I believed them.  They agreed with the conclusion I had come to on my own!  I had chubby cheeks, and flabby thighs.  My belly was flat, but not toned, and my arms were huge!  Ok, not so huge, but I wasn’t an athlete, and as such I didn’t look like one.  Obviously this was a shortcoming.  Right…

Well, I know better now.  I was comparing myself to the exception, not the rule.  If I may steal an analogy from He’s Just Not That Into You.  I did find an amazing wonderful fantastic man, and somehow convinced him that he should marry me.  He thinks I am beautiful, so who else really matters?  Well, me of course, but I am starting to align myself more with his opinions.  Now that I think I am worthy of the work it will take to get myself fit and healthy, it’s a lot easier to do it.  I have found something pretty amazing about my body, and I am a happier person for it.  I don’t have to constantly worry about my appearance not being socially acceptable.  I simply no longer care about what other people think.

People responded to this blog fair with claims that what we look like doesn’t matter, we should be promoting loving who we are on the inside.  Well, that’s really easy to say, but it’s not so easy to put into practice.  It also makes absolutely no sense.  Who you are and what you look like are not separate entities.  What you look like can play a pretty big role in shaping who you are.  So you may find yourself ugly, and not consider that a bad thing, but that doesn’t mean the outside world agrees that it’s ok.  People will still treat you differently, even if you don’t think they do, and that will lend a hand to shaping who you are.  To tell a little girl to disregard all outside influences, that what she looks like does not matter in the long run, and to love who she is on the inside is a really nice sentiment.  It’s just not very realistic.  She will want to look a certain way, she will see fashion models, she will have someone make fun of her for some trivial little thing that they think is a flaw.  We live in a world where young girls are harassed both for having and for not having breasts.  Seriously?  You want to tell a girl to get over that and pretend like it’s nothing just because what’s on the inside is more important?  Body image is something that has to be taken seriously, we all have a body, and we all have opinions on what it looks like.  Saying that you don’t care, that you know you’re ugly, does not exempt you from this.  In stating that you stated your opinion.  Just because you have learned how to embrace it doesn’t mean it goes away.  A 14 year old girl that is going into a new school as a freshman and has to wear a swim suit to gym class is not going to embrace her perceived shortcomings.  Someone has to be there to tell her she is beautiful, not to worry.