THE STIRRUP-QUEEN

Being poked and prodded at is one thing. But being invaded in the most intimate part of your body is another. I’m tired of stirrups, I’m tried of clamps, I’m tired of vaginal ultrasounds, I’m tired of numerous doctors, nurses, and techs looking at me “down there”, and I’m tried of hearing, “scooch down and let your legs fall open.” I don’t even want to think about the number of people who have watched me spread my legs and taken a look. I just pray that someday I’ll be putting my feet in those stirrups while giving birth. Just call me the “Stirrup Queen” because that’s what I feel like! But I don’t want that title…I don’t want a crown…I just want to be “normal”…