Nope. Weird medical stories, especially involving pregnancy, are fascinating.
But I will spoiler it because some people may not want to read about poopie.
[SPOILER] So, early on in my pregnancy, I became very bloated in my pelvic reigon. Also, instead of pooping logs, I began to poop a very thick mud. The consequence of both these things was that I could never tell when I had to crap. It always felt like I had to crap, because of all the bloating and pressure. So, knowing I usually crap around 10 AM every day, I just would give it a go at that time and see if I had any results. Usually I did.
So, the time came for our first ultrasound. I was 7 weeks along. We had been told by friends to bring a videotape to record it, and by our doctor to bring a nonlatex condom to cover the wand with just in case they didn’t have any non latex gloves handy. At 8am, as we were getting in the car, DLG shouts across the parking lot, “hey, did you remember to grab the condoms and the videotape?!” Everyone else on their way to work stopped and stared. I could have killed my husband.
We get there, we wait around, and finally, we go in. The tech begins with a belly ultrasound. She pushes VERY HARD on my stomach. VERY HARD. Ever grab a full tube of toothpaste with the cap on and give it a nice firm squeeze? Yeah, it was kinda like that.
After she finishes, she tells me I can go remove my pants for the vaginal ultrasound. She leaves, and I duck in the bathroom. I drop trou to find a giant blob of peanut butter texture poo. What would you do? I was not prepared for this. Where could I hide my poopy pants?
Thinking quickly, I wrapped them in a paper towel and threw them in the biohazard bin. I washed myself off with papertowels as well as I could. I went back out to the exam room, and told DLG what happened. I hopped up into the stirrups and INSISTED he do a “poopy check” to be sure I had gotten it all clean for company. Good man that he is, he did it. [/SPOILER]
Moral of the story: carry extra underwear at all times while pregnant. This goes double if in the 3rd trimester.
Also, since this is your first pregnancy, I will warn you about Racoon Ass in advance. No one ever warns ladies of this, and it’s a damn shame to make them have such a shocking surprise.
So my butt has always been a nice berry pink. It would’ve been a great shade for lipstick, but I never wanted to go up to the custom makeup counter, drop trou, and say, “Give something like this.”
Anyway, I never would’ve known anything was different until one night around my 5th month, when I was in the shower. The skin between my cheeks felt…different. I asked my husband to check for me and see if something was wrong. My husband laughed. I told him I was serious. He finally agreed, on the condition we never speak of it again. Let’s not tell him about this post.
DLG said it was fine. I wanted to see for myself. So I grabbed a mirror. I spread 'em. And oh my god, my butt is now DARK GREY! Not just around my chocolate starfish, mind you, but all over between there.
I asked my husband why he didn’t tell me. He said he didn’t quite know how.
For the rest of the pregnancy, my ass looked like a racoon’s. So, it turns out, do the butts of many other ladies. It is caused by hormones, and generally reverts back a few months after giving birth.
Pregnancy books do not mention racoon butt, but I believe you have the right to know. So I’m telling you. You can thank me later.