I’m about to be hugely hypocritical. I know this. Not three days ago I was publicly shaming people for referring to sex as “baby dancing,” and now I’m about to share with you that I too am uncomfortable with a term in the conception lexicon: I am too immature to hear about other women’s cervical mucus (or CM). For some reason, nothing skeeves me out more than reading a daily log of what someone else’s discharge looked like.
Just writing the word discharge makes me feel gross.
I guess I’m not the open-minded tree hugger I thought I was. I will accept everything about you except your discussion of your CM. That’s just too much.
Not only do I feel like a disgusting voyeur reading about it – I also feel like the only woman in the history of homo sapiens who is completely not qualified to assess that particular bodily function. Women actually study this? This is a real thing? I can’t.
I apologize, all. BD away.