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Women were impregnated by eating a lot of cheese
I used to believe that drinking milk got you pregnant. I wanted a little sister, so I gave my mom a glass of milk with pink food dye ever 10 minutes.
I used to believe that twins were created by having sex really fast, two times in a row. I believed that until the age of about 27....I'm Catholic...go figure!
My mother was pregnant when I was 7 and I asked where babies come from. The only part I remember is "daddy plants a seed" so I thought babies were planted outside the hospital windows in flower pots.
When I was 5, my mom was pregnant. I already knew where babies come from so I asked her if the baby would be a boy or a girl. She says it depends on what you eat. If you eat meat then the baby would be a boy, if you eat fruits and vegetables then the baby would be a girl. I always believed her ever since because she ate meat during the pregnancy of me and my brother, and for my sisters pregnancy she ate fruits and veggies...
When I was in 9th grade, some friends and I were talking about a girl at our school who had gotten pregnant. One of my friends (a very naive 15-year-old boy) said, "I can't believe she wanted a baby so young!" Another friend answered that she doubted the girl actually WANTED to get pregnant, and that it was most likely an accident. My friend (the boy) said, "How do you accidentally get pregnant? Why didn't she just not have sex for a few weeks after she found out she was pregnant?" We were all completely puzzled. Then we made him explain what he meant:
My friend was under the impression that the reason it took 9 months to have a baby was that you had to have sex EVERY DAY for 9 months to make the baby. Like each time would add a piece. And if you just stopped doing it, the pregnancy would "go away".
The rest of us could not stop laughing. We collectively explained the truth to him, though he did continue to be mystified by the female reproductive system for at least a few years after that.
When I was little, my cousin told me that if i licked my feet, I would get babies.
I used to believe that you had flat babies in your tummy and when you'd get married, they'd automatically grow to a real baby. So when my dad put me in the car seat, I yelled: "LOOK OUT FOR MY FLAT BABIES!!"
I have always wondered where the baby bump came from, so i asked my mum she said "We eat balloons and that's how we get it". I believed it until I was 10 I asked my mum again she said "What the heck?! we don't eat balloons!"
I used to believe that babies came from my parents kissing, and that every time they did, the baby switched from my Mom to my Dad through the mouth. I thought that they had to count every time they kissed, so that they made sure my Mom got the final switch to have the baby.
My parents told me that babies were made when a mother and a father wrestled. I used to believe the loser was the one who got pregnant.
At age 5, I asked my mother where babies came from and she said the daddy fertilized the woman. It was summer and the next day my father was fertilizing our lawn with a spreader. My friend Julie and I were playing when I saw him coming. In a panicked voice i yelled, "run, Julie, run! My daddy will fertilize you and you'll have a baby!!"
I used to believe that if I kissed my stuffed animals that I would get pregnant. I once cried thinking I had gotten pregnant from a stuffed teddy bear.
I used to go shopping with my mom when I was little. i was intrigued because every time we got eggs i was sure it was a new baby brother or sister. i was convinced my mom and dad picked my sisters out from a carton in the grocery store.
One day, when I was 6, my friend came giggle to school and I asked her why. She said she found out what sex was and I had no idea what the word even was. She told me it's when a guy and girl get naked and shower together while holding each other. I was so happy, because my infant brother always had showers together and I used to hold him, when my mom went to get our cloths. I told the whole school I was pregnant.
I used to believe that, to get pregnant, this is what you had to do- First, you had to go and find a guy, and name him 'husband'. Then, you had to invite him over for dinner, and then, shut off all the lights in your house, take off all of your clothes, and then lay in the bed, and go to sleep. Then, when you wake up, you'd be pregnant.
At a young age my parents taught me that women got pregnant when the father's sperm combined with the mothers egg. The part about how the sperm actually got to the egg remained unexplained, however. So for a long time I thought sperm traveled through the air, essentially like pollen. So you had kids after you got married because living in the same house together increased the chances that the sperm would find its way to your wife. I thought unplanned/out of wedlock pregnancies happened when the sperm accidently happened to land on the wrong woman.
i used to think, when i was about 10, after reading my older brothers book on plants, that
people could also reproduce thru sexual and asexual methods. and i was completely
convinced that my brother was conceived sexually and i was conceived asexually. not that
i knew what any of it meant...
I was 14 and sat on my boyfriends lap, I kissed him and my mom saw us. She took me aside and told me.. "That's how girls end up pregnant!" For years I NEVER sat on a guys lap, and spent many hours wondering how many kids got pregnant after sitting on Santa's lap.
When I was a child, my parents did a thorough job of explaining how babies were made. I knew women had vaginas, men had penises, women had eggs, men had sperm, and babies were made when the sperm and egg got together. However, I didn't realize that the penis had to be inside the vagina for this to happen. When I got a new, male teacher in 2nd grade, I was petrified that his sperm would get my eggs pregnant. I could picture the sperm wiggling across the floor, crawling up my legs, and getting into my vagina, so I would sit with my legs crossed so tightly together my legs would fall asleep. After a few weeks of this, I asked my mom for a little more clarification, and I could tell she felt really guilty!