in·tu·i·tion
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Women’s intuition is a really funny thing. It reminds me a little of an old boys club.
Most, but not all women have exceedingly good intuition. It’s a frighteningly powerful tool we use to seek out ‘wrongs’ or ‘no good’ but sometimes to seek out things we must do, or prevent.
Women generally like to over analyse everything, I am the ultimate example of an over analyser. It’s painfully annoying I hate myself for it, but I simply can’t help it.
I regularly sit around with my friends debating this ‘hunch’ I have, or a feeling I got when so and so looked at Billy bob in a strange way, and now I’m convinced that such and such is happening.
These discussions are highly secretive! If Billy Bob or whoever it was they were looking at were to interrupt or pass by, then hushed silences would fall over us, or indiscrete hand gestures would be thrown around the conversation bringing us to a rather undiplomatic silence.
The thing is our intuition tends to grow with our friends. One of my friends and I in particular, have a strange ability to throw a single look at each other, make one teeny facial expression and convey an entire conversation in an instant.
In fact I might only need to utter a single word or even half a syllable, and she will be nodding enthusiastically saying “mmm hmm, I thought so too”
Not that we would want to admit it, but we women are harbouring ourselves and our intuition in old boys clubs.
My point about this, is, we do strange things. We instinctively know when something’s wrong, when someone’s cheated on us or stabbed us in the back.
I pick up my phone a millisecond before it rings knowing its a particular friend.
And then…. Then there’s the really weird intuition, the intuition about our body’s….
If we pay just a tiny amount of attention to our body we can know all sorts of weird things.
Two months running I knew exactly when I was about to ovulate. So I got up and tested myself and got a positive result…
This month in particular was such a strong sensation that I sat bolt upright and just “knew” even though it wasn’t when I ought to have tested.
Women know things. We do. And we use them to do special, amazing and impossible things.
I think that I knew, I must of. My body must of told me to take that fertility test all those months ago. Something deep down an intuition, an inkling – that despite all the dismissals from the wife and doctors saying I was wasting my money- that I needed to take that test to prove I needed to do something now.
Why else would I of gone against professional advice?
The thing that I love about these boys clubs is that all the women around you coo and cluck in agreement affirming your suspicions because they too ‘had a feeling’ or simply understand because they’ve been there before.
We have an ability to know when you meet someone for the first time if they are a good egg or a bad egg.
I can reel off numerous examples of meeting someone – take another one of my friends, she had this new girlfriend that I took an instant disliking to for no apparent reason. I mean, I met the poor girl for a couple of hours, and immediately hated her. I couldn’t tell my friend why, either. I just didn’t like her.
Turns out the bitch was a psycho, and because I’m a good friend I didn’t say ‘I told you so’ !
In fact, my instinct is so acutely sensitive one of the wife’s best mates asked me to go to dinner with his new girlfriend to suss out whether or not she was worth hanging on for.
Turns out I didn’t like her either, and as it happened, she was a bad egg too.
Sometimes, we just know.
What I am hoping, is that I will know if I’m pregnant before I can test in two weeks… After the insemination yesterday two weeks of waiting is a seriously long time. It’s going to kill me. I’m impatient at the best of times but waiting two weeks for something this important is literally torture.
Maybe I’m over analysing because I’m desperate for a ‘sign’ but seriously…
We know shit right?? Sometimes you can know?!
God I hope so because otherwise it’s going to be a fucking long two weeks!!
