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Yeah, right?! In addition to pooping, my boyfriend also say my hemorrhoids :(

I prepared my husband for potential birth poo months in advance and told him it was normal but that I was still terrified of it. He steeled himself. At one point during my labor he was watching that area as the nurse checked my dilation, then he somberly turned to me and said "It happened, you pooped. There is a brown

When I had a short exam with a nurse the day after I had my son, she asked about when the last time I had pooped had been. My husband very helpfully corrected me. "When the baby was coming! You peed too!"

Oh man, after crying like a baby I made my poor OB promise over and over to "put everything back like it was." She was super sweet, held my hand, totally, humored me and even told me her birth story, which was very similar to mine. So, having an OB with a good bedside manner made a HUGE difference. She even chatted

I mentioned some of this on another article recently. And this is really more of a full scale pregnancy horror, story, but here goes. So, it took me 3 years to get pregnant with my son. That included the indignity of a plethora of infertility tests and treatments. I ended up getting pregnant while we were on a short

I don't know if this is a horror story, but it's definitely the most embarrassing part.

So first: I don't think labor was a nightmare. I had a natural birth at a freestanding birth center. I did hypnosis. I had a doula who did all kinds of weird shit to get me through. I got to labor in a jacuzzi. It worked for me and

The thing that freaks me out the most about labor:

Oh sweet jesus no. With 14 weeks and 5 days left..I can't read this (who am I kidding. Yes I can..I'll be squirming in my seat the whole time)

I had a really problematic pregnancy. When I delivered, I tore. Forward. This is apparently kind of rare, but I split up the middle toward my clitoris. I cannot explain how painful that was.

So I went to one of those super hippy birth classes (for TEN weeks) and they were against everything that doctors normally advise. This would include not eating a lot as you're going into labor, or the day you're to be induced (of course they were against that as well). I ended up being induced at 42 weeks because

I remember the nurse gently wiping my ass for me while I screamed at my husband, "LOOK AWAY, FOR GOD'S SAKE, LOOK AWAY".

I understand why people would feel like they couldn't talk about this. If we're being honest about feelings here, I honestly felt no sympathy for the women above. To be honest, I saved all my sympathy for their children.

I dunno man, Blake Shelton tap dancing in his cowboy boots perfectly despite being obviously drunk is one of the better things I've seen.

The Naked palettes are awesome though!

lolololololol! "is it for black people?" lolololololol!

New York's hottest club is...

Bill Hader, what?! Next you're going to tell me the human roomba is a lie too?!!?