It’s so hot out that I started having contractions yesterday due to dehydration. I didn’t realize what was happening, though. I was sweating my ass off on the subway on my way to see my midwives when I started to feel diarrhea pains. I don’t know what was worse, the actual pain or the anxiety caused by the idea that I wouldn’t make it to a toilet. Anyway, the pains died...
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I don’t remember the exact day when I was no longer able to see my vagina, but it’s been quite a while now, so I kind of forgot about it. Today when I was wiping I realized that I needed to actually groom myself, otherwise it could prove dangerous for the birth of my baby, like a dolphin caught up in six pack rings. So I tried to trim it with my designated pube clippers, but it was...
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I wrote about my hippie-dippy plan to give birth drug-free. Each night as I’m falling asleep, I fret about how my vagina is going to essentially turn inside out and rip apart and how I’m going to be hyper-aware for it all. It’s a terrible pre-slumber ritual I can’t seem to shake.