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The Unvarnished Truth About Pregnancy Discomforts
“Sweetheart, I think I might have a problem with my perineum!” I call out to my partner, Tom.
“Your what?” he replies with a hint of confusion.
“My perineum! You know, the area between the vagina and the anus. It’s also commonly referred to as the taint. There’s a bump and it’s incredibly painful, but I can’t see it.”
“Could it be a hemorrhoid?” he asks. “Have you been straining lately?”
“Well, it’s possible. This baby has really made things difficult down there. Would you be able to identify a hemorrhoid if you saw one?”
“I might, but I’m not sure I want to see one on you,” he responds, looking a bit queasy.
I understand his reluctance, but this is the same man who rushes to support me during bouts of morning sickness, which I find far more unpleasant. Despite my protests of “get away!” during those moments of retching, he remains steadfast, providing comfort in the most chaotic of times.
After declining my offer to play amateur proctologist, Tom hands me a tube of Preparation H and leaves me to my own devices. Almost instantly, the discomfort diminishes, suggesting that his diagnosis might have been spot-on, sparing me the potential embarrassment of discussing it at my next OB appointment.
When I first met Tom five years ago at a dimly lit bar, I never imagined I would be asking him to help with my pregnancy-related hemorrhoids. This illustrates the reality of pregnancy: the mystery quickly fades, especially when you start leaving the bathroom door wide open because, honestly, if I didn’t, we’d never finish a conversation. That’s how frequently I find myself needing to relieve myself during this time.
Not to mention, I often experience involuntary leakage when I sneeze. Given my allergies to dust and my aversion to cleaning, you can imagine the chaos—sneezing and peeing have become a regular occurrence. I feel like a poorly trained puppy that my partner never signed up for.
And the gas! I could fuel a small motorboat with what’s happening inside me now. If I attempted to burp, I’d likely recite the alphabet backward. One poke in my belly could send me soaring across the room like a cartoon balloon—it’s all quite absurd.
However, none of these experiences can hold a candle to the sheer panic of the delivery room. The anxiety of “Stay up by my head or you’ll need therapy!” is real. The realities of childbirth—defecating on the table, crowning, and episiotomies—are sights that can’t be unseen.
There should be some form of emotional epidural for partners to help them forget the more graphic aspects of childbirth. Perhaps there’s already a secret solution in place, considering how many families would otherwise limit themselves to a single child.
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In summary, pregnancy can bring about a host of unexpected and often uncomfortable changes. The challenges range from physical discomforts to emotional rollercoasters, and while they may seem overwhelming, they are part of the journey toward bringing new life into the world.