Excruciating Scrutiny

My sweetie told me about (another) colleague of hers that is pregnant. She decided she wanted to lose some weight so she went to the gym and signed up for a personal trainer. The trainer made her fill out all these forms, including a disclaimer saying she wasn't pregnant. So sweetie's colleague was like, "Hmmm. I recently went off the pill but my husband and I haven't actually started trying yet. We just know we'd like to try soon." And the trainer was like, ok, then just take a home pregnancy test before you come in next time, you know, just to be sure. And my sweetie's colleague did. And, well, you already know the end of this story. She was, of course, pregnant. So no trainer and no weight loss for her. And no rest for me. It got me thinking perseverating on this topic again - the inhuman level of scrutiny that we subject ourselves to. Sweetie's colleague didn't even know and she was several weeks in. And I'm trying desperately to know several days early.  I'm analyzing every twinge, every tick, every fluid, every movement. Hell, I've even had gas pains that I hoped desperately were signs of implantation. Or constipation that I was sure was an early sign of pregnancy. (Yes, in typing this it occurs to me that I might need another tutorial on the difference between my bowels and my ute! Or not. I mean, that's the point - too many tutorials already.) I know this level of scrutiny is not healthy, mentally or even physically. And I don't know any way around it. A prescription for madness. (That insurance doesn't even cover.)