Ch.159159. Too Much Love Is Not Good

“Uh, um… I think I got the safe days wrong.”

“…..”

Is that what she should be saying right now? Pregnancy is something to celebrate, and I’m overjoyed too. But separate from that, I stared blankly at Hwa Nabi in disbelief. People make all kinds of mistakes, but how can someone mix up their safe days?

Honestly, words were rising to the tip of my tongue… but what’s done is done. It’s not something we can take back now, and on such a happy day, I felt I should only say positive things.

So I just chuckled and let it go.

“You really are something…”

I placed my hand on the back of Hwa Nabi’s head and gently stroked it as she looked at me nervously, though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Running my fingers through her soft hair helped calm my rapidly beating heart.

“Well, these things happen.”

Nobody’s perfect all the time. Everyone makes mistakes. I playfully ran my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, and she seemed to enjoy it, making a soft humming sound as she fumbled with my knee.

“Patient? Guardian? We’re not done with the consultation yet.”

Just as I was starting to feel warm inside, a sudden throat-clearing brought me back to reality. Looking straight ahead, I saw the doctor watching us with interlaced fingers.

Feeling awkward, I rubbed the back of my neck and gave a slight bow. The doctor handed over another sheet filled with notes and continued her explanation.

“I’m going to show you the ultrasound images now, but first, here are the rest of your test results. Up here are the hormone test results, which I can summarize as normal. Down here are the additional STD tests, which also showed no abnormal reactions. And of course, the baby seems fine too. …However.”

The doctor paused and looked between Hwa Nabi and me with a smile. Judging by her friendly expression, it couldn’t be bad news. I let my guard down, only to hear something completely unexpected.

“You two should probably reduce the frequency of your relations.”

“…Pardon?”

Did I hear that wrong? Hwa Nabi and I turned to look at each other simultaneously, as if we’d planned it. Our eyes met, but neither of us said anything, both feeling somewhat guilty.

“The ultrasound results themselves are normal, but if you look at the image here, you can see the inner wall has become slightly thin.”

“Yes, and?”

Hwa Nabi leaned forward and asked. Despite the sudden turn in conversation, the doctor continued calmly without any change in expression.

“It’s not serious enough to be considered abnormal at this stage. But if this thinning of the wall continues… it could lead to vaginal relaxation.”

“V-vaginal relaxation…?”

It was a condition I’d never heard of before. According to the doctor’s explanation, it’s a condition where that area becomes wide and loose… and from what I gathered, it doesn’t end there but can lead to various complications.

In severe cases, it can rarely lead to uterine prolapse where the uterus slips out, so pregnant women need to be especially careful.

“So, what should we do? Is there a good solution?”

“It’s just very slight signs, so you don’t need to worry too much. But you never know with these things, and since you’re pregnant, it’s best to avoid factors that could affect it.”

“When you say factors…”

“There are mainly three: first is aging. Second and third are…”

The doctor took a breath and glanced at me before continuing.

“Frequent intercourse and your partner’s size.”

Honestly, I had somewhat anticipated the second factor. But I hadn’t expected the size to be mentioned. Hwa Nabi seemed equally surprised, as she stared at my waistband with her mouth slightly open.

“Simply put, the more frequent the relations and the larger your partner’s size, the higher the probability of vaginal relaxation. You can’t do anything about the size, but reducing the frequency would really help a lot.”

“No, but doctor, we don’t do it that much.”

I interjected, feeling awkward just listening. To be honest, it was embarrassing, so I mixed in a bit of a lie.

The doctor pushed something toward me. Looking at it, I saw it was Hwa Nabi’s medical chart.

“According to the chart the patient filled out herself, it says more than 20 times per week. Is that incorrect?”

Taking it bewilderedly, I scanned it and found that there wasn’t even an option for “more than 20 times per week” in the average weekly frequency section. Next to the checkbox marked “less than 14 times,” the doctor had handwritten “20+ times.”

At the top of the chart was written: “Please fill this out honestly for accurate diagnosis. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”

Yes, honest answers are necessary for accurate diagnosis. But couldn’t she have thought twice before saying more than 20 times per week? As I silently questioned her with my eyes, Hwa Nabi gradually avoided my gaze, apparently aware of her embarrassment.

“…No, that’s correct.”

I felt so mortified I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. I returned the chart after answering in an almost inaudible voice. The doctor scanned the chart and then looked at us intently with her fingers interlaced.

“As you both know, more than 20 times a week is really quite frequent.”

I pretended not to hear her muttering something about us being in the top 0.1%.

“Of course, you do it because you love each other and want to confirm your affection… but moderation is good in everything. You know the saying ‘too much of a good thing’?”

“Yes, I know…”

“It’s good that you love each other, but doing it too much is obviously bad for your body. Fortunately, it’s only resulted in slightly thinned vaginal walls for now, but nobody knows what might have happened if this condition had continued for a year.”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re absolutely right…”

Everything she said was correct, and I had nothing to say. I hung my head, feeling almost like a criminal.

“I’m not saying you should stop completely. Actually, enjoying it within reasonable limits wouldn’t cause any problems. But you two seem to be doing it to an unusual degree, which is why I’m mentioning it. Too much can cause problems, and you need to have a healthy delivery.”

“Ah, yes. That’s right. We need a healthy delivery.”

“So for the baby’s sake too, you should both exercise restraint for a while, right?”

The doctor smiled and looked directly at us. Hwa Nabi and I looked at each other briefly, then turned away simultaneously as we answered.

“…Yes.”

“Yeees…”

*

And that concluded the consultation. After scheduling the next examination for two weeks later, we returned home in my car that was parked in the lot.

“Sigh…”

I sat on the edge of the bed still in my outdoor clothes. I had afternoon lectures soon and needed to eat lunch before going out, but strangely, my body felt tired. I had a lot to do—change clothes, wash up, and so on—but I didn’t want to move.

Maybe I should just rest today. I probably wouldn’t be able to focus on the lecture content anyway.

-Click.

Just then, Hwa Nabi opened the bedroom door. She had said she wanted to wash up first because she needed rest, but somehow her clothes hadn’t changed from her outdoor wear.

Hwa Nabi walked over like a zombie and plopped down beside me. Judging by her half-dazed eyes, though she hadn’t said anything, she seemed to be having complex feelings after confirming her pregnancy.

“Are you okay?”

“…No, I’m not.”

So my guess was right. Well, thinking about it, it’s understandable. Getting pregnant despite having contraceptive procedures, and based on the timing, she must have conceived in late February or early March. That means we’ve been sleeping together with our child without even knowing it.

Add to that her studies, career path, and various other considerations, and it’s impossible to be okay. Honestly, I’m a bit shocked too, so how much worse must it be for Hwa Nabi, who’s directly affected?

After seriously considering what words of comfort to offer, I opened my mouth.

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll help you a lot…”

“That’s not the problem.”

What does that mean? Is there another issue? Surprised, I looked at her as she jerked her head up.

“The doctor said we shouldn’t do it.”

“…Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear? She said it’s better to restrain ourselves in early pregnancy.”

“Ah, yes. That’s what she said. Why?”

“What do you mean why? Are you asking because you don’t know? This is such a serious matter…!”

The advice to restrain ourselves for health reasons must have been quite shocking, as Hwa Nabi’s eyes moved rapidly up and down. I looked at her as she bit her lower lip in frustration, then carefully asked.

“Besides that, are you okay with everything else? You know, you must have had plans. For the future… things like that.”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m going to marry you anyway.”

“Marrying me is your future plan?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m going to be a full-time housewife. And they say it’s better for children’s emotional development if their mother stays at home.”

“…Really?”

Hearing Hwa Nabi’s words, I thought to myself. Marriage—a word that stirs mixed emotions in a man. When I was younger, it was just something I vaguely imagined. But now, as an adult, hearing the news of my fiancée’s pregnancy, it suddenly feels like it’s right in front of me.

Can I be a good husband, a good father, a good provider? Am I, at just twenty years old and barely able to take care of myself, allowed to dream such dreams?

“…”

This wasn’t a problem that could be easily solved by worrying about it. I silently looked at Hwa Nabi. She seemed to misinterpret my gaze and grumbled, somewhat embarrassed.

“What? What is it? You said it when you were a student. That you would marry me.”

“Nabi.”

“…Yes?”

“I have something I want to give you.”