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!