I was mortified.
I was pregnant at the time with my first baby and working my way through a pile of books I'd hoped would prepare me for motherhood.
This included Jenny McCarthy's "Belly Laughs," her bestseller about being pregnant, and its chapter on vaginal discharge, called-I will never forget-"Niagara in my Pants." Whatever shock you're feeling reading this now, I promise it pales in comparison to what I felt at 24.
I grew up in a conservative home in which no one, ever, talked about anything "inappropriate," particularly if it was bodily. Many families from my generation had cutesy words for genitals. Ours was "privates"-as in, that is private and not to be discussed openly for any reason, not even with my older sisters.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة December 28, 2024 من The Wall Street Journal.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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