Thanks for the links, thom! From what I'm reading, the difference between a phantom pregnancy and delusions of pregnancy is the presentation of outward physical symptoms. A woman with pseudocyesis will have the distended gut, engorged tits, vomiting and all the other visible clinical symptoms, whereas delusions of pregnancy are strictly psychological/"all in her head".
News sources that have covered the story claimed Bienvenue had pseudocyesis, meaning she genuinely believed she was knocked up and presented with clinical pregnancy symptoms. If that were the case, why did she not get pre-natal care, which would have revealed a sore lack of fetuses? Also, how did she know that she had multiple clumps growing, and what precise number of clumps she had without pre-natal care? I know certain things can slip past doctors, but I think that even the dumbest guy in the hospital would be able to tell that the huge fat woman wasn't full of fetuses after an ultrasound, pelvic exam or even a piss test. Most women who are all gung-ho about having brats will actually go to the hospital at least once to have sonograms and ultrasounds and find out the clump's gender and all that.
I can't believe how fucking huge she got, all because she
thought she was pregnant (
photo). Wanna-Duh seemed to have been totally blindsided by all of it, so I don't think it was some team effort plot to wring donations out of random strangers. The whole thing seems to be part genuine phantom pignancy and part lies, but I just don't know at what point the pseudocyesis ended and the lies began. Another article said that the bitch tampered with test results to fool the boyfriend and constantly changed her story as far as how many clumps she had in her, and coupled with her past history of fake pregnancies, my conclusion is that this woman is a scamming, psychotic cunt. She's fucked enough in the head to convince herself she's pregnant and look the part, but just unfucked enough to milk her fake-ass pignasty for all the handouts and attention it was worth.
Good ol' Barb was in her mid-thirties when this happened, so it was right around that biological clock-ticking time. She got magically impregnated one month into her relationship with this Paul guy (most articles can't seem to decide if it was one month or two months in), and for him to be happy about that leads me to believe he's probably got a few screws loose himself. A man who is 100 percent happy about having five fuckin' babies at the same time is a moron to begin with. I'm sure his thought process was something like,
"I put FIVE kids in that bitch! Am I a MAN or what?!" So when he learned that his delicate little cream puff was five fetuses short of a quintuple pregnancy, it was probably about 30 percent heartbreak/deceit and 70 percent taking the wind out of his OgDickWerkz sails. And I assume he never demanded to see ultrasounds or proof of the loaves because he was so overcome with
MY DICK WORKS fatherly pride. An article from some site called MamaMia said this about wanna-Duh:
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He is completely torn, he not only lost someone he had fallen in love with but 4 babies who were his reason to live.”
If having four loaves with a woman you've dated for one month is your sole reason for living, then maybe your ass should be getting psychiatric help right alongside your lying cunt girlfriend. Also, according to the same article, this woman pretended to have leukemia too! What a class act. Now that this loony bint's name has been plastered far and wide across the media, I guarantee no guy will fuck her ever again... which is good, because she doesn't need to be having any loaves (real or imaginary) with her level of crazy. She even looks fuckin' nuts.