I'm not generally a superstitious person. I have lived on the edge and put a brolly up INDOORS! I have put new shoes on a table and you may not believe I could be so wreckless, but you know those drain covers that are in threes? Well I walked over them ALL! (and I didn't have to turn round 3 times and spit on the floor!)
On my path to having my twins I suddenly became obsessed with ritual. I had to do certain things or else.... For every appointment I had to wear my blue Ravenclaw Harry Potter socks which I would store at the back of my sock drawer so no one else would wear them. This ritual became problematic when my ankles became the size of a thigh and I could only really wear flip flops. You'll be pleased to know I didn't do the old socks and sandles combo- I instead cut off the circulation to my legs and wore them. Justin Bieber was in charge of my scans. If he wasn't on the radio when I was travelling to the hospital then I just knew it was bad news. Many times I grew anxious when he still hadn't made an appearance as we neared the hospital! Shockingly, he did get played every time! (I've literally just realised I should of just stuck the bloody CD in, would have saved me a whole load of panic!) When I went into have my section they had the radio on.....and Justin Bloomin Beiber was on!!! A miracle! I think my most disturbing ritual (for my husband (Rob) who up until now had no idea I was ritual crazy!) was being in a foul mood and refusing to talk to Rob in anything other than a snarl and grunt that had to include at least two swear words on the way to each appointment. You see, we had had cross words (OK I'd had a go at him) on the way to our confirmation scan in Tamworth and that was great news, so obviously I had to reinact being the worst wife in the world every time. For each trip to Tamworth we had to travel in our Fiesta and go round the roundabout next to the clinic. As the one time we went in the Scenic and missed out the roundabout I'd been told I'd only produced two eggs and had been asked to consider abandoning the cycle (turns out the two eggs were actually quite perfect- but I didn't know that at the time!). Each time I injected my Clexane prior to an appointment (borderline Sticky Blood Syndrome) I had to say certain words either out loud or in my head! I was an absolute control freak- I know now it was my way of doing something- anything to make this pregnancy a success! I'd do it all over again too! (Sorry Rob!) Is anyone out there willing to admit some of their strange rituals? Pregnancy or otherwise related? Please make me feel a little normal! Thank you!
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Laura
9/11/2016 09:09:00 pm
Another brilliant blog...I cannot believe Justin Beiber played all those times....that is spooky...although I do hear him often on the radio! I don't think I had any pregnancy rituals, but everytime I see an ambulance I say 'Break my collar, break my knee, hope it never happens to me' to try and prevent myself going in an ambulance. Since doing this I have been in an ambulance 3 times.....but I still say it now if I see one! 🙈🚑
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Jen
9/11/2016 09:17:45 pm
That is an incredible rhyme! :D xx
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Claire
9/11/2016 10:05:15 pm
Not really a ritual but I make deals with whoever is up there... Like... if you let it be sunny on my wedding day, then you can make it rain everytime we go to Cornwall before... Or let so and so's appointment go well and I will not moan about anything for a month 😂
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Jen
9/11/2016 10:08:04 pm
Was just saying something like this to rob earlier...."if Billy does a really good burp then I think we should probably go to church!"
Becky
9/11/2016 09:37:09 pm
Love your blog Jen. Now I'm not superstitious at all, but Gareth salutes magpies. It makes me want to divorce him.
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Jen
9/11/2016 09:38:25 pm
But then you remember he's hot stuff and you couldn't possibly! :D xx
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Becky
9/11/2016 09:38:43 pm
Ps. The Ravenclaw sock thing is of course acceptable. Obvs.
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Gab
9/11/2016 09:47:58 pm
I can't think of rituals but I was crazy when preggas. I repeatedly listened to goo goo dolls Iris when I was pregnant with Sam!! I was convinced he was a she who would be called Iris but would have some major deformity/disability.(heavy bleed couple of months into pregnancy)I used to drive around crying but knew I loved this unborn child so much,' And I don't want the world to see me
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Jen
9/11/2016 09:49:43 pm
Ah! The brain that creates the future that doesn't exist! I still have that brain! I love the drama of driving around crying and singing! Brilliant! Xx
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Vicki
9/11/2016 09:50:56 pm
This made me smile, although I can only imagine what it is like for you IVF moms! I'm guessing you're no longer a control freak with your little men being here now. No time to do anything and blink and the day is over again! Xxx
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Jen
9/11/2016 09:56:47 pm
That's about right! I'm sure there's some non IVF moms who are as unhinged as the IVF lot! :D surely?! :D
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Jen
9/14/2016 09:47:39 pm
Primary specials! :)
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Ken
9/14/2016 09:50:08 pm
Obviously meant primark! Not primary! Although they are primary appropriate!
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