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New Year, New Annuals

Mrs. Houseful

*Warning, if you are a male, or don’t have a sense of humor, this post may not be a post that you should read. It references my lady bits. No…no pictures are shown of me, but there’s a pretty disturbing photo of a Yeti Q-Tip. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.*

Annual

Yeah, I’m talking about annual doctor’s appointments today. The necessary evil in the lives of women everywhere.

There’s something slightly humbling about being asked to remove all clothing so that the most private area of your body can be examined. And it’s even more awkward when you actually love your doctor. Not love in a romantic way, but LOVE their demeanor, bedside manner, etc. Until she has to feel all over my lady parts (as deflated as they may be) and then look into my inner soul from the birthing canal.

Let’s also not talk about the Yeti sized Q-Tip that they use to “collect samples”

*blank face*

We also won’t talk about the duck billed torture device that makes you more open so that  your insides can be invaded.

Or the way they tell you to “scootch to the end of the table”

I’ve given birth three times. Two naturally, and once by c-section. I STILL don’t feel as invaded giving birth as I do with an annual exam.

I can’t be the only one either.

Please tell me, I’m not the only one.

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January 8, 2013 · 5 Comments

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  1. Sandee Harned says

    January 8, 2013 at 11:16 am

    And the paper dress! Ugh! I totally agree with you! I wrote about my last one a couple of months ago. Great minds think alike, huh? Haha!
    http://motherhoodisbeautiful.com/goddess-of-the-paper-dress/

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  2. Ros says

    January 9, 2013 at 12:27 am

    Yep, I feel the same. I hate it every time. My aunt has had 6 rounds of chemo and surgery in the past 6 years for ovarian cancer, so every time I get my test I think of what she has been through. The worst though is when that duck billed thing is really cold! Ugh! *shudders*

    Thanks for joining up with the swap – great to have you! 🙂

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  3. Aisha G of HartlynKids says

    January 11, 2013 at 9:53 am

    My internals have been invaded so much that I guess I’m used to it now but yeah, I used to feel that way… the speculum is… interesting

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    • Mrs. Houseful says

      January 11, 2013 at 9:59 pm

      >sigh< it's just...disrespectful

      Reply

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