What were your biggest pregnancy surprises and pet peeves?
in Pregnancy ·
Death-of-Art said:You know what gets under my skin most during pregnancy? It’s not even about other people. It’s this:
-THE PARANOIA:
It’s everything. Every possible ailment, real or imagined. Honestly, over the last four months, I’ve convinced myself I have everything from the flu to a brain tumor.
And don't even get me started on sitting down. Like, if I sit on a park bench, I immediately start itching. I find myself spiraling, wondering if the fabric of my coat or skirt is too thin. Could some bacteria or virus just pass right through my clothes and reach my lady parts, all the way to the uterus?
Don't even get me started on medication.
I deal with headaches that drive me absolutely insane. So, I actually came up with this trick where I drink a glass of water and just *pretend* I took a pill.
And you know what? It actually worked.
Then, after a while, it hit me—if autosuggestion can kill a headache... could I maybe trick my body into producing its own version of Advil or something similar?
Now, I’ve become paranoid about the suggestion itself. I stopped trying to "think" my headaches away because now I’m worried that if my brain is powerful enough to create medicine, who knows what else it's doing?
Right now, I’m obsessing over HPV. I’m convinced I caught it maybe two months ago. My Pap smear three months ago was totally fine.
But now I’m thinking I picked up HPV at the OBGYN's office right after that test. I’m going to get a DNA PCR test just to be sure. See, I sat there on the exam table with my bare backside, and then realized the paper covering wasn't even fresh! Someone had been sitting there before me, and they definitely had HPV, and I just sat right in it.
God, give me a break... now I have to worry about HPV too. It makes me wonder if I should even bother going back for pelvic exams anymore. I just can't trust anything.
And then there's the herpes paranoia.
The other day, I was trying on a new top in a store... and suddenly my stomach just turned. I thought I was going to faint when I realized I was trying on an unworn garment that hundreds of people had likely tried on before me. Now, I'm just sitting here waiting for shingles or herpes to show up.
And towels? Forget it. I won't even wipe my lady parts with a towel anymore—may Saint Anthony of Padua forgive me. Even if the towel is clean, who knows whose hands were on it? Where were those hands before?
I’d much rather just use those disposable paper towels that are slightly thicker than toilet paper.
And it goes on and on...
🤣🤣🤣 Oh man, I'm actually tearing up reading this!