#vaginal speculum

[jasperjv]

When you call him a tool but he tells himself you meant this

[nelfs]

on the same tangent, I’m glad that IUDs work for some women but I am absolutely and positively terrified of them. hearing about the procedure and how many women pass out/bleed for months afterwards/experience excruciating pain in general really makes me nauseous. the idea of having something forced thru my cervix (and strings hanging down!!) just really makes me feel sick …. Not in a “women shouldn’t do that” way but in the same way SAW movies make me feel ill. it is genuinely fucking barbaric not to sedate people beforehand or provide meaningful painkillers

[gender-euphowrya]

how long can i refuse to get a pap smear done until the docs start hunting me for sport

[surgical123]

Precision is paramount in gynecological examinations. Technological advancements have led to the development of Graves Vaginal Speculum with enhanced precision engineering. This ensures accurate positioning and facilitates thorough examinations, contributing to better diagnostic outcomes.

[jgbgff]

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[hellyeahscarleteen]

I'm not comfortable with pelvic exams. Can they be modified?

"If you’ve had pain with pelvic exams in the past, or if you’re nervous about the exam, speak to your provider about it. Modifications to the exam can make the experience more comfortable and are always okay to ask for – here are some adjustments that may be helpful:

Your provider can select a smaller speculum size to better fit your anatomy.

Your provider can apply more lubricant to your vaginal opening and the speculum. (Physicians used to worry that lube would interfere with cell sampling to screen for diseases, but that’s not the case – water-based lubricant doesn’t affect those tests.)

You may be able to change your body position to increase your comfort. The infamous “stirrups” in which patients commonly place their feet for a pelvic exam help providers visualize the inner pelvis. However, they can feel demeaning or triggering for some people. Here are some alternative positions you may be able to try:

The “letter M”: knees bent and feet on the end of the exam table, thighs apart.

The “letter V”: on your back with legs straight out on the table, separated in a V shape.

The “diamond”: knees bent, soles of feet together with legs open in a diamond shape.

Sidelying: lying on one side with hips and knees bent up towards your torso.

In some cases, providers can recommend anti-spasm medication to help relax the pelvic floor muscles before an exam. This is often placed inside the vagina and allowed to dissolve there to target the muscles directly. In other cases, you can be prescribed one dose of oral medication to take before the exam.

In many cases, you won’t need to worry about getting this kind of exam at all. If you don’t have symptoms or any prior history of any gynecological conditions, the speculum exam might not be very useful. Importantly, an exam with a speculum is NOT necessary to screen for sexually transmitted infections (STIs) or to prescribe birth control (unless you’re getting an IUD)"

(Adapted from Pelvic Exams: A Modern Guide by Caitlyn Tivy)

[femanthropy]

Gynaecology is backward. Honestly. Speculums, IUDs without sedation and adequate pain relief, cervical biopsies without sedation and adequate pain relief, refusal to diagnose things such as endometriosis. Medical gaslighting. Student hospitals performing smear tests on female patients who have gone into surgery for unrelated issues to “practice”.

IMO an IUD and also cervical biopsies should be considered surgery because in the case of IUDs, you are putting an object through the vaginal canal and into the uterus is invasive and literally a procedure done inside the body.

a Reddit post about gynaecology being backward

[asdfghjklmals]

MILESTONES✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 6.0k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple. a lil' jealous!oc.

SYNOPSIS: a compilation of short stories about the stages of pregnancy with oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. AUTHOR'S NOTE: please make sure to read 'accidents' before milestones. i couldn't have you guys miss out on oc gojo girlfriend and satoru's pregnancy journey. it was so fun to write this. a lot of research went into the baby gojo chronicles, i honestly think my fbi agent thinks i'm pregnant. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

8 weeks: the first pre-natal appointment

it has been two weeks since you and satoru decided that you were going to keep the baby. this week was your first pre-natal appointment to "meet" baby gojo. you couldn't tell who was more nervous, you or satoru.

during your appointment, satoru sat in the exam room as the nurse drew your blood to perform tests and to confirm the pregnancy. the nurse also performed a pap smear, which freaked satoru out after he saw what a speculum looked like. he said it looked like a 'torture chamber tool' and you wholeheartedly agreed with him.

you exchanged soft smiles with satoru multiple times throughout your appointment. satoru was engrossed with the entire process. his curiousness was adorable in your eyes as he asked your nurse questions about all the procedures and tests she was performing. about an hour later after receiving the results of your blood tests, your doctor entered the room.

“well, first things first, congratulations on your pregnancy (y/n)! your blood test came back positive with hcg.” your doctor began, “now let’s talk about some upcoming lifestyle changes you'll have to make.”

“wait, when do we get to see the baby?” satoru interrupted. you glared at him, dark green eyes telling him ‘shut up, satoru’.

“we’ll perform the ultrasound after this, satoru.” your doctor chimed. “(y/n), i want you to start taking a pre-natal. stop eating raw fish, deli meats, and eat thoroughly cooked meats for now.”

you blinked twice. that meant no sushi for you. your heart sank a little. satoru noticed the disappointment shift in your mood. he felt a little guilty.

"so that's why you had me cook your steak well-done..." satoru whispered to himself. you scoffed at his sudden realization from two weeks ago. (read ‘accidents’ here)

“do you or satoru have any pre-existing medical conditions in either families?”

“no. but he might be pre-diabetic by the time he’s 40.” you snorted.

satoru chuckled and reported back, “there’s nothing on my side of the family to note.”

“that’s great to hear. just be aware of gestational diabetes, (y/n). i know you love your chocolate ice cream so watch your intake.” your doctor typed some notes in your patient profile, “your due date is looking close to october 14th. any other questions?”

“can the baby come earlier?” satoru quickly asked.

your doctor smiled at the both of you, “i wouldn’t necessary call it early, but babies are considered full term at 37 weeks. it would be good for the baby to be born around or after that time.”

“uhm, do you think i’ll be able to give birth vaginally?” you asked next. your sister-in-law had to have c-sections, so that worried you. her recovery was a journey for her and honestly, it scared you. but you were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure baby gojo arrived safely.

“as long as there aren’t any complications, of course. we can plan on that. we'll just have to monitor how your pregnancy is going.” your doctor picked up on yours and satoru’s quiet and awkward social queues, "and yes, you can still have sex while you're pregnant.

"oh, thank god." satoru sighed in relief as you smacked him with the back of your hand. he was so embarrassing.

"please, just ignore him." you looked at your doctor, cheeks cherry red.

she laughed and asked the most important question of the day, “are you guys ready to meet your baby?”

you nodded your head and giggled, “yes. i think satoru’s more excited than i am. he won't shut up about it.”

“i’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment.” satoru said with a sheepish smile, his hand scratching the back of his fresh undercut. his blue eyes peeking through from his sunglasses.

“okay, let’s get started then.” your doctor announced while snapping on her sterile gloves. “we’ll be performing a transabdominal ultrasound today, nothing painful.”

she squeezed a handful of gel to apply to your belly. you jumped in your seat.

“are you okay?” satoru asked, concerned at your sudden movement.

you reassured him, “yeah, the gel is just cold.”

your doctor laughed in amusement and started to rub the wand around your abdomen. you heard a fast thumping noise.

“is that the heartbeat?” you wondered, looking at the black and white screen. satoru smiled from ear-to-ear as he cupped his cheek in his right hand, his left hand squeezing yours. hearing his baby’s heartbeat might take the cake for one of his favorite sounds in the world, next to your laugh.

your doctor reported back, “yup. a healthy 138 bpm. i’m gonna take some pictures now…”

you saw a tiny circle in the middle of the monitor as your doctor clicked away on her computer mouse.

“is that the baby?” satoru asked, squinting at the monitor.

“yes. you see the little image that looks like a bean?” she clicked again, “it’s about half an inch… that’s your baby.”

“it’s so cute. how tiny. a baby bean…” you gushed. you turned to look at satoru. he was itching his eyes.

“satoru gojo, are you crying?” you asked in disbelief.

he quickly defended himself, avoiding all eye contact with you. “no! something just got in my eye.”

he was such a liar. his infinity would never allow anything to touch his precious six eyes.

your doctor laughed at the sweet moment between the two of you. you watched the love of your life stare at the black and white screen in amazement. your heart felt like it was going to burst watching him. you wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

12 weeks: surprise! we’re pregnant!

it was so hard for you and satoru to keep your pregnancy a secret for the past 6 weeks. the only two people who knew you were pregnant were shoko and megumi.

your doctor had advised you to wait until the end of your first trimester to announce your pregnancy because of the risk of miscarriage. once you made it past the first trimester, you thought about how you were going to tell everyone. of course, you and satoru wanted it to be a surprise. an imaginary lightbulb lit above your head.

“babe, i have an idea.” you said excitedly, grabbing satoru’s arm as he was looking through your office drawers for something sweet to snack on.

“hmmm. what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as he unwrapped a piece of chocolate. you always kept a stash of satoru's favorite chocolates in your desk for him because he loved to hide in your office and avoid his sensei duties.

“you know how we usually take a group picture with the faculty, students, and sister school every year? let's tell principal yaga to schedule it early this year.”

“oh, i like where this is going.” satoru laughed. he read your mind. you high-fived him. he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. couples’ telepathy was really a thing.

*********************************

“and why do we have to be here?” maki complained as she folded her arms. she wanted to train, not take a silly picture.

“come on, maki! it’s tradition to get a picture of all the students and faculty. it’s just that we’re taking the picture earlier than usual this year.” panda said as he patted her back.

“even okkotsu came back from his training to be in the picture. my sister flew in just to be in it too.” megumi said as he watched yuta interact with the students from kyoto. tsumiki was attached to your hip. megumi already knew the real reason why the picture was scheduled so early in the school year and why tsumiki was asked to be in the picture.

“alright! everyone looks great.” yuji cheered as he walked to his assigned spot for the group picture.

principal yaga gathered everyone, “please make your way to the field and get into your assigned spots. satoru will be pressing the button for the camera since he can teleport to his spot quickly.”

you nervously watched as all the students and jujutsu high faculty made their way to their spots, getting ready for the picture.

“okay everyone!” satoru shouted as he prepared himself to teleport next to you and megumi, “i’m pressing the timer!”

satoru appeared by your side as the 10 second timer ticked. satoru sneakily pressed record instead taking of a picture. “everyone say ‘(y/n)-sensei’s pregnant’!”

everyone stopped to look at you and satoru in confusion.

“what?”

“what did he say?”

“huh?!”

“(y/n)-sensei… is pregnant?!”

“wait what?”

“holy shit, (y/n)-sensei is pregnant!”

after a few seconds of questioning, everyone realized what had just happened. you had just announced your pregnancy.

in that moment, you were tackled by tsumiki, megumi, yuji, nobara, and yuta as they cheered around you in a group hug. ijichi, akari, principal yaga, nanami, ino, mei, utahime and shoko were all congratulating satoru. they took turns speaking with the both of you, giving you well wishes on a safe and healthy pregnancy.

“congrats, (y/n)-sensei.” maki said with a soft smile, embarrassed she complained about being here. she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

panda added, “yes, congratulations! we’re excited to see you and satoru become parents.”

“salmon, salmon!” toge congratulated you in his own words.

“thanks everyone. if you guys aren’t busy, we’re going to have a celebratory dinner tonight at splendid sushi. satoru’s treat.” you winked.

“hey! i heard that!” satoru shouted at you from across the field as he grinned. both you and satoru were thrilled to see everyone’s excitement on the news of baby gojo.

*********************************

“are you nervous to tell my brother you knocked up his little sister?” you teased satoru. you kissed his cheek as he brushed the loose strands of black hair behind your ear.

“nah, i’m sure he wants nieces and nephews for his kids. plus, it was an accident.” he joked as he drummed his fingers on the restaurant table. you and satoru people-watched through the restaurant window, waiting for touya and his wife. (a/n: yeah, touya is married with 2 kids now. his wife’s name is hana. a non-sorcerer. maybe i'll write a wedding fic.)

you smiled as you saw your brother walk into the restaurant, holding the door open for hana. touya’s black hair and golden-yellow eyes beamed when he saw you satoru.

“satoru! how have you been, bro?!” touya greeted his self-proclaimed brother, pulling him in for a bro hug.

“i can’t believe he hugged satoru first.” you looked at hana in disbelief as she giggled, hugging you instead.

“they really are bestfriends now.” hana realized as she sat across from you.

satoru sat back down in his seat next to you, touya sitting across from him. “glad you guys could have lunch with us. it’s been awhile.”

“we have a gift for you guys! a souvenir from our last trip.” you lied to your brother and sister-in-law. you pushed a card and white box towards them.

“open it. it’s special, made especially for you.” satoru urged, touya and hana taking the card to open first.

“what do you get a brother who already has everything?” touya read out loud. hana curiously reading along with him. satoru placed his hand on your thigh. the both of you were grinning from ear-to-ear watching the two open the box. they pulled out a beige baby onesie.

touya read the text on the onesie, “how about the title uncle and auntie…?”

after putting 2+2 together, touya hid his face with his hands, both him and hana were so happy for you and satoru. your eyes started to water watching them. a tearful laugh came out of you.

“congratulations, you two. my baby sis is having a baby...” touya said as he got up to embrace you.

you hugged him tighter, “thanks, touya…” you softly said. the warmth of your brother's love and support making you extremely emotional. these pregnancy hormones were out. of. control.

18 weeks: an important question

"aren't you curious to what the gender is?" shoko asked you and satoru. you asked shoko to join you two for lunch today because you had an important question to ask the amber-eyed doctor in regards to your unborn child.

you took a bite of your chicken katsu before answering, "of course we are. but we decided not to find out because we want it to be a surprise."

“what do you want it to be? a boy or girl?”

“it doesn’t matter. as long as baby gojo is healthy.” satoru stereotypically said as he stretched his arm to rest over your shoulder. he secretly wanted a girl.

you added, “we raised megumi and tsumiki. we already experienced the best of both worlds. so i’m not picky.”

“i guess i’m just being selfish because i want to know the gender.” shoko laughed as she took a sip of her mimosa.

“oh! shoko, we have a present for you.” you said as you put down your chopsticks. you turned to satoru and he grabbed another white box with a card attached do it, similar to the one you gave touya and hana.

“it better be the gender of your baby.” she laughed as she took the present from satoru.

“it’s something even better.” satoru said with his signature shit-eating grin.

shoko opened the card, reading it out loud, “i need an extra pair of hands to help me learn and grow… i know that yours will be the best because mommy and daddy told me so…?” she looked at the card, confused.

you asked her clearly while trying not to laugh, “shoko, will you be baby gojo’s godmother?”

shoko stared at both you and satoru after she realized what you had just asked of her. she started to chuckle as she got out of her seat to hug you. “of course, i will. hopefully your baby won’t grow up to be a little shit like satoru.” she said as she punched the white-haired sorcerer in the arm, satoru completely letting her bypass his infinity to do so.

“there’s another gift in there.” satoru added, pointing at the giant glass.

shoko picked up the pint glass and read the etching, “you drink too much. you smoke too much. and you cheated on your medical exam. we can’t think of anyone more suitable to be baby gojo’s godmother.”

shoko laughed, “okay, this might have been better than finding out the gender of your baby.”

26 weeks: baby gojo’s first (external) kick

megumi came home this weekend to spend time with you, satoru, and tsumiki. normally, he would be spending his free time exploring japan with nobara and yuji, but since you were pregnant and tsumiki was back for her semester break from her study abroad program, he wanted to spend his free time with his family.

you were in the kitchen with tsumiki making dinner while satoru and megumi sat around the living room with his demon dogs, shiro and kuro. catoru was lounging in their cat scratch post and your spirit birds were out on the patio enjoying the weather. you didn’t realize how zoo-like your home was until now... and that wasn't even including all of megumi's shikigami either.

while chopping vegetables, tsumiki updated you on her high school adventures abroad. ever since she started at e.f. academy, she has been non-stop on-the-go with extracurricular activities. she told you about her latest projects, how the weather was in california, about all the friends she made, and even the boy she had a small crush on. (read 'wherever you are' here)

on the couch, megumi spoke with satoru about his shikigami and how he’s been able to tame a majority of them now. this was the first time in awhile those two haven’t bickered in your presence, and it was a sight to behold.

you rested your hands on your belly as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, listening to your sweet teenager talk about how cute her crush was. you reminisced about your time in high school, how you thought satoru was a complete asshole when you first met him, and how his good looks and horrible personality made up for it. if your 18 year old self could see you now, she wouldn’t believe the sight. (read 'love at first fight' here)

you felt a little tap against your hands. “huh?” you said out loud, realizing what you just felt on your hands.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” tsumiki asked as she put down the chopping knife. satoru and megumi turned around from the couch, all the attention was on you.

“i think baby gojo just kicked my hand.” you announced. only you were able to feel baby gojo kick internally for the past couple weeks, but now, you thought that satoru and the kids would be able to actually feel the kicks from the outside too.

“hurry, come over here!” you said frantically, hoping baby gojo would kick again. satoru dramatically teleported beside you as megumi hopped over the couch ledge to race over to the kitchen, kuro and shiro following him.

you took all three of their hands and placed it on your belly where you thought baby gojo was. the demon dogs sniffed around you, their tails wagging happily. you pursed your lips, waiting for another kick. you felt kuro and shiro licking your hands.

and there it was. another gentle kick from baby gojo.

“i felt it!” tsumiki cheered as she jumped around the kitchen. her bright smile lighting up the room.

satoru hugged you from behind. you both smiled while watching tsumiki and megumi. megumi looked at his hand, and then back at your stomach.

“did you feel it, megumi?” you asked him with a smile.

“yeah, i did.” he said softly. “that was pretty cool.”

“what about you, daddy?” you grinned as you asked satoru.

megumi gagged at satoru’s new title, “gross. i’m leaving.”

you and satoru watched as your moody teenager made his way back to the couch, tsumiki’s attention back on chopping vegetables. satoru’s arms were still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. baby gojo kicked once more.

“i think baby gojo is saying ‘let go of us so mommy can finish cooking’.” you giggled as you turned around to face the white haired sorcerer. you caressed his cheek with your palm. he snuck two kisses on your neck.

“fine… but i expect some alone time later.” he winked at you before kissing the palm of your hand.

you laughed, “sorry, babe, the kids are home this weekend, plus you get me all to yourself next week when we go to mexico for our baby moon.”

30 weeks: a first time parents' class

"babe, get ready. i signed us up for a class."

"what kind of class? it better not be another ‘how to have sex while pregnant’ class." you rolled your eyes at the ridiculous class that satoru signed you up for at the beginning of your pregnancy. you sighed, your belly weighing you down on your very comfortable white couch that you would probably need satoru's help getting out of.

he grinned at you as he grabbed your purse and your shoes. "a first time parents class."

your doctor recommended that you and satoru waited until your third trimester to take a 'first time parent' class. the class would teach new parents about the different kinds of births, pain management strategies, what to do if and when your water breaks, how to time contractions, postpartum care, caring for the baby, and baby first aid.

“do we have to go?” you asked, “i’m tired.” feigning exhaustion as you put the back of your hand over your eyes and forehead.

“of course we have to go!” satoru exclaimed as he sat down next to you. he was always so excited whenever it came to anything related to baby gojo. he slipped on your white sneakers for you, swiftly tying your shoe laces bunny ear style as you sat up on your elbows. you caught yourself smiling at him. he was so doting. you could definitely get used to this.

satoru studied you. you weren't wearing any makeup today, but you had the radiant "pregnancy glow" that everyone talked about. you wore a beige dress under a white crop t-shirt that hugged your belly tightly. “you look beautiful, so no need to change or do your makeup.”

“you just don’t want to be late.” you laughed. this was the first time that satoru gojo was on time for anything.

*********************************

satoru teleported you both to the hospital in tokyo that you go to for your all your doctor appointments. apparently the hospital was hosting the class he signed up for. there were many pregnant women with their significant others, friends, mothers, and mother-in-laws sitting around the small auditorium.

as you entered the room, you heard gasps and whispers about satoru.

“wow! what a good looking guy!”

“he’s a total hottie!”

“that guy is gonna be a dilf for sure!”

“do you see the cutie with the white hair and blue eyes?!”

“where should we sit?” satoru asked as he held your hand. you looped your free arm around his bicep covetously, staking claim to your man as if your very pregnant belly didn't do so already.

“don’t pretend like you don’t hear all the women in this room talking about you.” you hissed at him as you sat down in a seat closer to the front of the auditorium. because this happened everywhere you went with satoru, normally it wouldn't bug you, but for some reason it did today.

“somebody’s a green eyed monster today.” he sang with a smug smile. it was his favorite analogy to use when you were jealous because your green eyes were so fitting. he sat down next to you, draping his left arm around your shoulder, his right elbow perched on the arm rest. after over a decade of being with you, he was unphased by comments from other women. he ate it all up in high school, but satoru gojo became a changed man once he met you.

“am not.” you said under your breath. you stayed quiet for a moment. “babe, i just think it’s funny how—”

satoru's left ear was saved as your 'i think it's funny how' rant was interrupted by the presenter, “good afternoon! and welcome to the first time parents class!”

even though you were jealous and didn’t like how all the other women in the auditorium were drooling over satoru, you couldn’t stay mad. throughout the years, satoru’s beautiful blue eyes have never strayed and he never made you feel unwanted, even when you argued or when you were being difficult and stubborn. he was never bothered by your jealously. you were the only person he chased after since the day he met you at jujutsu high.

throughout the class, satoru took notes on his phone and asked questions during the q&a. it was hard to stay mad at a man as dedicated and involved as satoru gojo. you decided to just ignore the women in the class, however, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t cling to satoru when the class ends.

*********************************

“so, what’d you think about the class?” satoru asked as he placed your go-to order of ice cream in front of you. he sat across from you as you glared at his sweet, handsome, smug face.

“it was fine. we learned a lot of information, don’t you think?” you deferred as you scooped a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“yeah, and i learned that you still get jealous til’ this day.” satoru poked fun at you. “remember the first time i took you shopping in shibuya? you were soooo jealous of all the girls talking about me and you weren’t even my girlfriend at the time.” he laughed at the memory. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

you quipped back, “satoru, everyone knows that you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

“true,” he agreed while taking a bite of your ice cream, “but it’s nice to see that side of you every once in awhile. what’s my baby gonna do when she’s not my number one anymore?” he mocked in a playful tone, shooting a bright toothy smile at you.

your emerald green eyes pierced his sapphire blue eyes. “what do you mean by that?”

“baby gojo is gonna be my number one.” satoru said nonchalantly, licking caramel off your spoon.

you took your ice cream away from him. holding the cup closer to you instead of putting it in the middle of the table to share.

satoru chastised you, “that’s not nice, sweetheart.”

“you’re insufferable, babe.” you rolled your eyes at him. “first, you let women drool all over you in front of me, then you tell me that i’m not your number one anymore. what’s next? you don’t love me either?”

“there you go with the theatrics.” satoru sighed, folding his arms. he wouldn't expect anything less from his life partner.

“i learned from the best teacher, i think his name was satoru gojo.” you winked at him.

"it's a good thing i love you." satoru said as he leaned over the table to kiss you on the lips. he tasted just like caramel.

32 weeks: nesting

"this fucking crib is going to be the death of me." satoru muttered under his breath as he struggled putting together the 'smart' crib that he bought. as soon as satoru found out you were pregnant, he spent a whole month researching cribs to decide which one he was going to buy for baby gojo. he decided on the most expensive one, thinking that it would be the best. rich people logic. this crib was called a 'snoo'.

"you didn't have to get such a high tech crib, babe." you said as you sat on the bed folding warm, freshly washed baby clothes and baby bedding for the snoo. you admired how cute and small the onesies were. because you and satoru didn't know the gender of your baby, you bought a lot of neutral colored clothing like beiges, tans, browns, and whites.

"my baby is going to have the best everything." satoru boasted. of course, baby gojo was going to be spoiled. they had you and satoru gojo as their parents.

during the past couple of weeks, you and satoru had bought a handful of important things that new parents would need for a newborn baby such as a crib, stroller, car seat, changing table dresser, and a comfortable lounging chair for your bedroom to put next to baby gojo's crib for the late night feeds.

satoru insisted that everything would be 'nuna' branded. the employee at his favorite department store convinced him after they mentioned that nuna was the "lamborghini of baby strollers and car seats." the matching stroller and car seat system was well over $1,000, you couldn't argue with satoru about how much he was spending because it would be hypocritical of you and your spending habits. so you let him get what he wanted.

after hours of setting up the snoo, putting together the baby stroller, installing the car seat, and building the dresser, satoru sighed, "what a long day." he crawled under the covers to meet you in bed, the back of his hand covering his face in exhaustion.

“it’s a good thing you could just use blue to move the lounge chair from the front door to the bedroom. you probably would've broke your back.” you teased him, knowing satoru gojo doesn’t do manual labor.

“the one easy part about today.” he complained.

while satoru took on his fatherly projects, you were able to deep clean the apartment, put baby clothes and diapers into the newly built dresser, add the clean bedding to the snoo, and re-organize all the drawers in the apartment. you were in the nesting stage of your pregnancy.

you turned to face him, your pregnancy pillow creating a divide between you and the exhausted sorcerer. he flattened your pregnancy pillow with his arm as you took his hand to lace your fingers with.

“you could’ve hired someone to build the snoo and the dresser, satoru.” you said to him, knowing that he normally would’ve.

“yeah, i know, but this is for my baby. i want to make sure everything is perfect.”

your heart melted at the fact that satoru was giving it his all to be involved. deep down, he wanted to be a good father and you could see that. you were proud of him.

"congrats, daddy. you just spent the day nesting with me." you smiled. you knew satoru secretly adored his new title.

the white haired sorcerer laughed, “what the hell is nesting? are we birds?”

“nesting is when couples get their home ready for the baby, satoru.”

“oh yeah? spending hours organizing drawers is nesting? because there’s nothing baby gojo will hate more than the junk drawer we have in the kitchen.” satoru teased.

you kissed the back of your teeth in annoyance, “you have been saying for years that you’d clean out the junk drawer. i found crayons in there from when megumi was in elementary school. he's a high schooler now. it only took me getting knocked up for it to finally be clean.”

you turned your body away from satoru. he moved your pregnancy pillow so he could cling to you (and so that he could be the big spoon).

“i’m just kidding, babe.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder blade with his soft lips.

“uh huh. go to sleep, satoru.” you replied back to him, attempting to shut your eyes.

“so feisty…” satoru mumbled, still peppering soft kisses along your shoulder blade.

37 weeks: full term

"well... i can give birth at any time now." you said as you read your 'what to expect' app.

satoru placed his free hand on your stomach as he joined you on the white fluffy couch in your living room. you moved satoru's hand to where baby gojo was, using his hand to press firmly into your stomach.

he quickly pulled his hand away from you, afraid that he hurt you and baby gojo, "doesn't that hurt your stomach when you press that hard?" he asked.

"babe, no. give me your hand back. you'll be able to feel baby gojo's feet." you said, reaching for his hand that he reluctantly gave back to you. he leaned over to see what the hard feeling in your stomach was.

"that's baby gojo's feet?" he asked, amazed.

"yeah, baby gojo is literally killing me right now though." you said as you shifted uncomfortably. baby gojo liked to sleep in this position, making you lay on your left side more often.

satoru frowned, he knew you were uncomfortable now more than ever. "i'm sorry, babe."

you squinted at him, "what are you apologizing for?"

"for getting you pregnant."

you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you nuzzled your head on his chest. he pulled you closer to him, "don't apologize for that. apologize if i'm not able to get an epidural or something." you snickered as you looked up at him, "ready to read week 37?"

satoru nodded and kissed the top of your head as you laid against him.

"baby gojo is as big as a canary melon. estimating 19 inches, and 6 pounds. at 37 weeks, you're 9 months pregnant with the end in sight." you read out loud.

satoru took the phone from you to read his part, "at a glance, if baby gojo was born this week, they'd still be early term. baby gojo is practicing for their grand entrance by inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, blinking, and turning from side to side. baby gojo can grab onto things now. baby gojo is likely to be sucking their thumb a lot these days in preparation for feeding sessions."

"it says babies grow about a pound a week. the average fetus weighs about 6 pounds. and that boys are likely to be heavier than girls." you read, "since it's a little crowded in your uterus now, baby gojo may not be kicking as much. instead, they're probably stretching, rolling and wiggling." you laughed because baby gojo was still kicking strong, sometimes it was painful, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the day.

satoru blue-eyes widened as he read the next paragraph, "here's an interesting fact. at birth, baby gojo's head, which is still growing, will be about the same circumference as their chest."

"i pray to god that baby gojo doesn't have your big head or my vagina is toast." you joked.

satoru glared at you, shaking his head while chuckling. he went back to read through some of the pregnancy symptoms. he noticed that you experienced a majority of the symptoms on the list: the pelvic pain, leg cramps, pregnancy brain, and insomnia.

because you were of small stature, you started experiencing more pressure on your pelvis as the weeks went by. sometimes satoru would hold up your belly for you with his infinity whenever you were close by, and you were thankful for such a helpful cursed technique.

before bed, satoru would feed you bananas and massage your legs to help with the leg cramps. with your breasts and stomach as big as they've ever been, you finally got your stretch marks. for the majority of your pregnancy you were stretch mark-free, they didn't appear until the third trimester. satoru liked to call them your 'tiger stripes' when he would help you apply stretch mark creams and oils to your body. him helping you apply those creams and oils was a form of intimacy you didn't know you needed during this time. satoru always knew how to make you feel confident again.

your pregnancy brain caused you to be a little forgetful, so the acrylic whiteboard in the kitchen was your bestfriend. you left little reminders on the board for yourself, satoru, and megumi throughout your pregnancy.

lastly, it was hard for you to sleep now that you were in the home stretch of your pregnancy. every sleeping position was uncomfortable, and you had to wake up multiple times a night to use the bathroom. you never got a consistent amount of sleep.

even though being pregnant was uncomfortable, you experienced some of the best memories with satoru this year: your trip to mexico gifted from touya, your surprise pregnancy announcement, asking shoko to be baby gojo’s godmother, and all the special intimate moments with satoru. your unborn baby was already so loved by everyone. you couldn't have asked for a better accidental pregnancy.

you and satoru laid on the couch together all afternoon, enjoying each other's presence in this chaotic life for jujutsu sorcerers. catoru purred and slept next to you two on the chaise, your spirit birds perched on their stands as they watched over the apartment. you dozed in and out of sleep throughout the day as sleep was rare for you lately.

you felt satoru's warm hand on your belly again, you held his hand and lifted your head, emerald greens looking towards him.

"babe, i have a serious question." you said softly.

raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, he asked you curiously, "and what's your serious question?"

"are you ready to be a dilf?" you laughed.

"are you ready to be a milf?" he asked you back, chuckling, "cause you are definitely a milf, babe."

you smiled at satoru as he continued to plant soft kisses on your hand, "yeah, i'm ready to evict baby gojo."

little did you and satoru know, baby gojo would break your water next week to make their dramatic entrance into the world. yours and satoru's lives would be forever altered.

satoru and oc gojo girlfriend go on a baby moon from week 27, read the bonus chapter, ‘baby moon’ here.

or are you ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, ‘hello baby’ here.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I know you’re not a medical professional at all but I was hoping you might have some advice around being less anxious about people seeing me naked? Im ace and never plan to have sex but I’m at the age where I need to have cervical screening and I straight up have panic attacks when I think about having it done and I’ve already put it off way longer than I probably should. I just completely freak out the idea of anyone seeing or going anywhere near my crotch, let alone with a speculum so that they can scrape cells. Sorry if this is out of your purview

hi anon,

I'm sorry you're dealing with this anxiety; that's a difficult thing to overcome.

you may find this pelvic exam guide by @hellyeahscarleteen to be helpful. it provides a great explanation of what to expect from an exam, as well as some simple adjustments that you can work with your healthcare provider to make for a more comfortable experience.

as someone for whom vaginal penetration is perpetually less than comfy, I always always always tell people that my #1 tip is to just tell your examiner what you're feeling and let them know that you're nervous and not having a good time.

at my first pap smear, I let the examiner know that I was set on getting through the exam for the sake of preventative healthcare but also nervous about the penetration, and she was a dream about it. she talked through the entire process to let me know exactly what she was doing and how long it would take, so I would know exactly how much longer we had to go, and she encouraged me to swear as much as I needed to through the process. at my most recent exam, the examiner had no problem pausing halfway through to take out the speculum and let me take a moment to get my bearings, and she even complimented me on my breath control.

the point being, simply articulating what you need to your healthcare providers so that they can work with you and help tailor the appointment to your needs is the #1 most important thing you can do. they want you to be able to receive care, and most are more than willing to meet you where you're at to make that happen!

[redbeardace]

For people who get pap smears/cervical cancer screening, this sounds like a game changer. Weren't they also looking at a blood test alone at one point?

Of course, a bigger game changer for a lot of people here would be if they just came out and said "You've never had sex? Maybe there's no reason to do this. Especially if you've also gotten the HPV vaccine."

[hypnoneghoul]

Symbol on the Surface Chapter 11

WC: 1,7k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Miscarriage Scare, Blood, Medical Setting, Vaginal Examination, Ultrasound, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pack Dynamics, Cuddle Pile

Mountain can’t bring himself to say that everything will be okay, now, because…well, there’s a chance nothing will be okay.

Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for beta reading :3

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 11 under the cut or on AO3.

Mountain wakes up to a cold and…wet feeling on his thigh. He yawns and pats around for his phone, seeing Swiss is still sleeping peacefully with a leg thrown over the earth ghoul’s hip.

He uses his phone to shine a gentle light under the covers, so he can see what the wetness is. Mountain’s stomach drops when he sees blood.

He’s seconds away from a panic attack already, his mind being flooded with horrible scenarios of what it could mean, but there’s no time for that now—he has to be strong for Swiss and get him to Omega, now.

“Swiss? Swiss, my heart, wake up,” despite the circumstances Mountain is still gentle in his attempt to wake his mate up, “wake up, darling.”

“Wh–what? What is it, m’love?” the other grumbles, shuffling and clinging more to the other.

“You’re bleeding, darling, come on,” Mountain urges him. “Sit up.”

“What? I’m wha–oh no,” Swiss’ voice cracks and it trails out into a whine once he feels the blood between his legs. “Oh no. No, no, no…”

“Let’s not panic,” the earth ghoul whispers, but it doesn’t feel right—especially considering he’s on the verge himself. He leans in to give Swiss a kiss, hopefully one at least a little calming, before he pulls away again. “Get up and I’ll give Omega a call.”

The multi ghoul nods and crawls out of the nest with his face twisted in a terrified grimace. He wraps himself up in a blanket—his bottom lip wobbling as he does—while Mountain grabs his phone and dials Omega’s emergency twenty-four seven number. He picks up after the first signal.

“Hello?” he sounds awake, that must mean he is on shift in the infirmary. “What’s wrong?”

“Swiss is bleeding, we’re on our way,” Mountain says and doesn’t wait for a reply before hanging up and throwing the phone onto the bed. He turns to Swiss and musters up a smile—supposed to be a reassuring one—as he picks him up carefully. Once his mate is secured in the earth ghoul’s arms he all but storms out of the room.

The multi ghoul hides his face in his mate’s neck and lets his tears of fear flow.

“Mounty, I’m scared,” he cries against Mountain, shaking a little in his hold.

“I know, my heart,” the earth ghoul whines, “I am, too.”

He can’t bring himself to say that everything will be okay, now, because…well, there’s a chance nothing will be okay.

It feels both excruciatingly long and no more than a split second until Swiss hears the squeak of the heavy infirmary doors and finally lifts his head. Mountain barges in with no regard to anything or anyone in there, seeing Omega is already waiting by one of the beds.

“He’s bleeding,” the earth ghoul tells him again, as if he can’t believe that it’s really happening. He can’t; doesn’t want to. “Omega, he’s bleeding.”

“Up on the bed, underwear off and legs in the stirrups,” Omega orders, wasting no time. “Mountain, bring the ultrasound machine up here, it’s in the corner.”

He and Swiss oblige and in the short meantime the quintessence ghoul puts on gloves and grabs a speculum. Swiss rips his underwear off and gets his legs up as Mountain goes to fetch the machine. He doesn’t even notice how his aggressive instincts don’t rear their heads; it’s something else that matters now.

Omega goes straight to it—he isn’t as gentle as he’d like as he’s examining Swiss, but he wants to be fast with that one. Nothing looks damaged or even out of the ordinary down there, so the quintessence moves onto the ultrasound as soon as Mountain brings it close. Swiss jumps at the coldness of the gel, but he’s too much of an emotional wreck worrying about his kits to care.

“They’re okay,” Omega says as soon as he’s confident in what he’s seeing on the ultrasound and feeling with his quintessence. Swiss lets out a loud sob of relief.

“Are you sure?” Mountain asks.

“Yes,” the quintessence ghoul confirms, “I’m sure. All three of your kits are absolutely fine.”

“Why–why was I–” Swiss cries. Mountain kneels by him and lets his mate curl into him.

“Some bleeding is normal at this stage, especially if you’ve experienced stress,” Omega explains, “and I’ve heard about what happened with Aeon yesterday. Have you maybe hit your abdomen, too?”

“I…I might have. It all happened so quickly, I fell to my knees by Aeon and–it hurt a little…I should’ve–I should’ve said, I should’ve come here, I–”

“It’s okay. They’re okay, Swiss. You’ve done nothing wrong and your kits are alright.”

“So we’ve just…overreacted?” the earth ghoul asks. “By far?”

“Yes and no. I’ve told you this is a dangerous pregnancy and bleeding is always worrying.” Omega pulls back and takes off his gloves. “I’m glad you came and that everything is okay, but you need to relax now, Swiss. More stress isn’t going to help, you need to calm down.”

Swiss nods again; he knows the quintessence ghoul is right.

Omega disappears in his office for a second and comes back with a pack of wet wipes and a fresh pair of underwear with a pad put onto it, even though it seems Swiss is not bleeding anymore, before leaving again to give them some privacy. Mountain silently asks for permission to clean Swiss up, and the multi ghoul nods—now crying heavily in relief, but also overwhelm and guilt.

His mate is gentle as he runs the wipes along the inside of Swiss’ thighs and his vulva—the multi ghoul tries to breathe through it and just stop crying, but it seems like an impossible task for now. When Mountain’s done he slides the underwear up Swiss’ legs and wraps their blanket around him again before helping him off the bed.

Omega hears them and comes back. “Come back for a check-up in a few days when you’ve recovered from the stress. Go back to bed now and stay there.”

“Proper bedrest?” Mountain asks just to be sure.

The quintessence ghoul confirms, “Doctor’s orders.”

It doesn’t make Swiss smile, and that only shows how badly he’s taking this.

“They’re okay,” Omega repeats once again, hoping Swiss will hear him this time. “Goodnight.”

“Thank you, I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Mountain mumbles and Swiss mouths out the same words. The quintessence ghoul sends a crooked smile their way as he watches them turn and walk away.

Their love is something else, really. It’s something…tangible. Omega is always amazed by the way he can feel it around them.

“Oh, and, boys,” he calls out after them, just before they reach the door, “it’s okay to cry, to be emotional. I know how terrifying it must’ve been.”

Swiss and Mountain both nod in acknowledgement before rounding the corner. Swiss is dragging his feet, putting the majority of his body weight on his mate.

He is so tired.

He can’t stop crying and desperately clutching his stomach—he doesn’t really want to stop.

“It’s alright, my heart,” Mountain breathes out, and even though this time it is the truth, it still feels unsuitable. “They’re okay, and we’re okay.”

Swiss’ breath hitches and he chokes a little on his tears, but he nods. He nods, because he has to make himself believe it, or he’ll lose his mind and harm his kits more than he already considers him to have.

The walk back from the infirmary through the darkness of the Abbey’s corridors is dreadful, but finally they reach the familiar warmth of the Den.

“Let’s go grab a glass of water from the kitchen, alright?” Mountain offers, even though they’re both exhausted and need to get back into bed and rest as soon as possible—especially Swiss. “Maybe even some tea to help you relax.”

“Okay,” the multi ghoul mumbles, still hanging off of Mountain’s arm. He can’t bear the thought of letting go of his mate now. The pair shuffles over to the commons, but comes across something they absolutely did not expect.

Their whole pack is up and bustling about in dim light.

“What are you…?” Mountain goes to ask, taking in the huge nest their pack has apparently set up in the middle of the room.

“Omega called Aether and said the kits are okay, but you two need some support,” Cirrus explains.

“I woke up the rest and a cuddle pile is the first thing that came to mind,” Aether chimes in.

“It’s four a.m., you didn’t have to–” Swiss sniffles, trying to protest, but Dewdrop cuts him off. 

“We’re family,” the fire ghoul says sternly.

“And we’re here for you,” Rain finishes for him.

“Always,” Aeon adds with a smile and a knowing look towards Mountain.

“Thank you,” is all Swiss and Mountain can say. There are no words in the whole wide world to express how grateful they are for their pack and how much they love them.

“Now,” Cumulus speaks up, “it is four a.m., so everyone get their ass into the nest and we’re going back to sleep.”

Her words make giggles sound out in the room—even from Mountain and Swiss. She’s right, though, and so one by one the ghouls begin to settle down in a pile.

Soon enough everyone is holding onto someone; Swiss and Mountain end up in the very middle, with Aeon behind the earth ghoul and Aurora behind Swiss. Mountain feels some tension inside him at the proximity of everyone to his pregnant mate, but when one by one the pack starts purring, his instincts calm. 

His body and mind—heart and soul—know that nobody here would ever hurt Swiss or their kits.

Neither he nor the multi ghoul can fall asleep for a while; they cry silently for hours, holding tightly onto each other amongst their packmates with their hands interlocked over the multi ghoul’s stomach; over their kits.

They’re alright. They’re still alive and growing strong, but these moments when it was all uncertain were truly unbearable.

Swiss and Mountain already can’t imagine a life without their babies.

Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus

[lemmetreatya]

gynecologist!zeke spreading reader open with a speculum at whistling at her insides

all you zeke babies are the same i love it wth??? you all just get this man so well 😭😭

this experience was anxious enough as it was.

in fact, getting anything done at the ob-gyn was never a fun time, but now things were even more unnerving as your gynaecologist decides to whistle as soon as he pushes the speculum pass your vaginal opening you.

“what?” you answer with urgency.

“huh?”

his reply was so nonchalant that you thought you were imagining things. but surely not, right?

you lay your head back down onto the bed before lifting it up again.

“i was sure you just whistled.”

the gynaecologist doesn’t say anything at first, only turn his back to you as he sterilised other equipment on the metal tray. it takes him several seconds before he mumbles:

“maybe?”

you frown.

“what were you whistling at?”

“nothing.”

“well, it has to be something? you put that thingy inside of me and you whistled.”

the gynaecologist runs a hand down his beard, the shk shk of the hair against his fingers suddenly started to irritate you.

and he was about to put that same hand near your vagina?!

“air musta slipped out my mouth.” he blatantly lies, and now your elbows are digging into the hard hospital bed as you sit yourself up.

“liar.” you accuse.

“how?! you don’t know what i was whistling at.” he childishly fires back and you have to give him an expression of unbelief because surely he wasn’t for real.

even with your trousers and panties circling your ankles and your nether regions on full display, you still had to let the man know you weren’t playing around.

“that’s even worst! and so unprofessional.”

with a taken aback face, the gynaecologist looks at you in disbelief.

“sorry— whos exactly the one with a doctorate here?”

“what has a doctorate got to do with knowing not to whistle at a patients fucking vagina?!”

“woah! no need to use that typa language.”

the gynaecologist raises his hands up by his head, his expression not even half sorry for what he’d done. however, now that his doctors jacket was exposed, you could see the name tag on his chest.

“zeke, get it out.”

“what?” you can tell he was caught off guard by you knowing his name. you look straight at him, your eyes narrowing.

“i said, get it out.”

suddenly, zekes pursing his lips as he pushes away from your legs. instantly hes already drawing back towards his computer screen.

“i dunno if i can do that, i think i’ve seen something weird—”

“GET IT OUT—“