Wednesday, October 25th, 2006...9:16 pm
Fluffy pieces with ragged edges
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Imagine you’re doing a preggersaurus fitball class at the hospital where you’re booked in to have your baby. Imagine it’s the first class you’ve been to.
Imagine yourself on your knees, minding your own business, elbows resting on your fitball and doing your pelvic floor exercises.
Imagine you have no particular desire to make eye contact with anyone else engaged in their pelvic floor exercises.
Imagine what your eyes might light on instead.
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October 25th, 2006 at 10:03 pm
Oh you tease – what poo divinations are then to be had? I see a whole new alternate practice evolving…I’m off to see the stool therapist….the Way of Poo….or would it be pooh for that slightly cuddlier tone?
October 25th, 2006 at 10:09 pm
Rather disturbingly, I was eating a bar of chocolate when my eye settled on that picture.
October 26th, 2006 at 12:10 am
I’m a Type 6 commenter m’self.
October 26th, 2006 at 6:17 am
I see you’ve started an informal survey…
October 26th, 2006 at 8:37 am
These poster things seem to be all the rage. The doc who ran the GD antenatal clinic had one as well. I was annoyed that it didn’t explain which ones were the good ones!
October 26th, 2006 at 8:50 am
What the hell? Yurgggh…
*tick tick tick*
Hear that? That was my maternal clock notching back a couple of years. I’ll live vicariously through your uterus for a little while to come, thanks dear.
October 26th, 2006 at 11:35 am
Yes Mindy, I also want to know which ones are the good ones, and does reading the stools only work for pregnant ladies?
October 26th, 2006 at 11:44 am
As with so many things, one has only to ask Wikipedia – type 3 “Like a sausage but with cracks on its surface” is fine, and type 4 “Like a sausage or snake, smooth and soft” is your ideal stool. And yes, it applies to all of us.
October 26th, 2006 at 3:58 pm
Words are not enough. Sadly, pictures are far far too much.
October 26th, 2006 at 4:32 pm
That’s put me off fruit’n'nut for a while.
October 26th, 2006 at 6:06 pm
When I read this yesterday, I thought it was gonna be a camel toe pic.
When I clicked the link, I figured you must’ve just seen the poster.
DID YOU SEE THE POSTER OR THE STOOLS?!
October 26th, 2006 at 6:23 pm
Just the poster, fortunately. And I persuaded the physio teaching the class that It Had To Go.
October 26th, 2006 at 6:48 pm
The doc who ran the GD antenatal clinic had one as well. I was annoyed that it didn’t explain which ones were the good ones!
oh Min, don’t you understand? we’re inclusive around here, everyone’ stools are special, no matter what they look like.
so, was there a Mr Bristol who pioneered the chart, or is Bristol rhyming slang that I haven’t discovered yet? I seem to remember Bristols meaning breasts, myself.
October 26th, 2006 at 7:17 pm
Marvelous reference. I’ll file that next to the curry scale and the hangover scale.
October 26th, 2006 at 8:40 pm
it’s just pregnancy in a nutshell ain’t it? you’re doing exercises to stop you from weeing by accident, and you’re looking at a poster of poo.
I suspect your body forces you to confront your own so that you adjust better to the all day obsession with the baby’s. (I found myself reading about infant constipation and its relief last night)
October 26th, 2006 at 9:15 pm
Hey, let’s not forget the classic site rate my poo… it was one of the first web links a friend ever sent me, years ago.
October 27th, 2006 at 9:46 am
Oh duck. I’m aghast. Why did I click that link.
October 27th, 2006 at 11:58 am
It’s not like it was gonna be a surpise, Laura – I restrained myself.
And Kate(2) your description of “doing exercises to stop you from weeing by accident, and you’re looking at a poster of poo” was just beautiful.
October 27th, 2006 at 12:49 pm
Fully warned, I clicked on the poo-rating link. Strenuous, n’est-ce pas?
I hope the bloody one understands that s/he needs to see his/her doctor urgently. And I have to say that I really wish I’d thought of the Valentine idea in June 1984, and again in November 1989.
October 27th, 2006 at 12:56 pm
I haven’t clicked it for years, and when I revisited it to see if it still existed in it’s own pile of poo, I wasn’t surprised to find a pr0n link at the bottom. Clarsey concepts get clarsey
regulars (sorry)readers.October 27th, 2006 at 4:23 pm
Hands up! How many went and then looked, after reading this post. Personally I will never look at another Picnic chocolate bar.
October 27th, 2006 at 8:41 pm
They passed that chart around the first time that I went to the birthing centre. They are quite keen on it, aren’t they?
I must do those fitball classes when I get back. All the warnings about what will happen to me if I don’t do enough pelvic floor exercises is starting to stress me out.
October 27th, 2006 at 9:56 pm
Who produces a poster like that? Who? And where is the nice “I’ve been eating lots of all-bran and chick-peas this week, thank you very much” model?
October 30th, 2006 at 8:19 pm
Gold! Just Gold!
November 6th, 2006 at 3:21 pm
ahhhhh Ducky! so wrong and yet… so wrong!
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