Punctured

If it was called “puncture”, I don’t think it would be as appealing. “I’m going to see my puncturist” sounds like I’m making a visit to some weird back yard circus to get my freak on. Even though I AM going to LITERALLY be puntured, “I’m going to see my acupuncturist” sounds much more civilized.

One of the many things I did to help get my big baby belly on, was to visit an acupuncturist. And WOW did I find the right person for the job.  I can walk in there a tightly wound stress ball and walk out a streaming puddle of goo. She’s like magic.

I was introduced to this idea by several women.  I met so many that said they had seen an acupunturist in order to get pregnant that I lost count.  It seemed like everyone was doing it!  Where had I been?  How did I not hear about this before?  Oh, I know, because it wasn’t part of my conversations.  Why would something like that come up unless I was seeking it. That’s just how the universe works.

I’m happy there are women out there who share their personal journeys with others so we can all benefit. Women who are embarassed, or trying to appear perfect, or just hoarding good news to themselves can go to hell!  Or at least go to some some deserted island.  Where they can sit around giving each other the stink eye all day.  I say get over yourself! We’re all in this (life) together.  We may as well help each other out instead of holding each other back.