(If you're allergic to TMI, skip this one.)
So I did open that packet from my hospital and skimmed through the materials. Most of them were about innocuous housekeeping matters. Fill out this form! Pick a pediatrician to examine E in the hospital! (They have a referral line you can call, which is pretty cool.) Tell your insurance that you're going to give birth! (The biweekly prenatal visits might have tipped them off, but ok.) Add the baby to your insurance policy!
And then...they sneaked this in: "You will be tested for strep B. This is not an STD. 25% of women have this bacteria." Then they described the doctor's test for it. That's when I stopped reading in dismay.
Basically, they swab your lady parts, AND your nether parts. Ahem.
The irony here is, they really haven't gotten up in my business that much, so I thought maybe they wouldn't. Now I can see that I was wrong. (Is that ironic, or just unlucky? I remember Alanis Morissette's song was criticized on those grounds.)
My mom assures me that I'll have no dignity after my delivery so it's good to get it out of the way.
I suppose she's right :D I do feel bad for the nurses, though. I mean...who wants to do that?