And now for a post with too many personal details.
Every couple of weeks we have the same conversation: do we want more kids or are we finished? He could be through with the three. I waffle. I'd like another girl.
But when I'm feeling like I'd like to have control over my body I ask:
Me: So why don't you just go get a vasectomy?
Him: *cringe*
There was more to it today, though.
Him: What if you die and my new wife wants children?
What if, indeed.
Do you ever think about how replaceable you are? Or maybe you think you aren't. Do you have contingency plans? If this terrible thing happens, I will do this ...
I don't.
But Greg does.
I'm going to make an appointment with my OBGYN and get the birth control that makes you always hap-hap-happy and makes you prettier and gives you extra energy. Before, a decade ago, when I was on the pill, I thought it made me fat. Now, I'm pretty sure it was all the food I ate, but with my brilliant new *anorexia diet, I don't think it'll be much of a problem. I'm calling right now ... you may not like my blog afterwards, but I love you anyway.
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*"What's the brilliant new anorexia diet?" you ask. Well, as it turns out, if you cut out carbs, you can lose a considerable amount of weight. BUT if you cut out most all food, it drops off at a much more encouraging speed. Throw in a few miles of running a few times a week and VAVOOM, you're pants will be falling off in no time.
Ha ha. I'm mostly kidding. OK, off to drink some water and eat some air. Ha ha, I mean a big lovely salad.
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It is much easier to reverse a vasectomy than tubes-tied, and cheaper too. Someone I know had his reversed and his wife was preggers with TWINS within about one month's time.
Good luck with the birth control. I hate the stuff and can't really handle any of it, it all gives me aura migraines or big bitchiness.
An anorexic friend of a friend stayed over once and farted all night the most stinking farts in history. You know the Swamp of Eternal Stench from the movie Labyrinth? Something like that.
Enjoy the salad.
Be careful the the bc pills, they totally messed me up, although I tend to get most the side effects of meds for some reason.
I agree, after months of having something growing inside your guts and then hours of agonizing, painful labor I think its only fair that men should suck it up for that one little operation. But most of them have such a problem with this.
I went with the vasectomy. If anything happens to my wife, I know no other woman will want to marry me anyway.
And if one did, she would have to know right up front that there is no way it's getting reversed.
I hate the argument your husband used (and I’ve heard that from so many men including my own husband) because essentially what they’re saying is, “It’s not that I don’t want any more children, I just don’t want any more children with Y.O.U.” What an insulting and unromantic thing to say to the mother of your children and your eternal companion. It kind of infuriates me if I think about it for too long.
I think it's just a handy excuse that men use when they don't want to be bothered or are afraid to get a vasectomy. And I agree with a previous comment, this arguement drives me crazy for so many reasons!!
Then there's my husband who keeps offering. But I love not getting my period with the birth control I chose.
Go get an IUD - I've got the copper one, and it's great. :) Totally reliable, no pills and it doesn't make me mean and crazy psychotic b___chy if you catch my drift. :) No hormones for me. There's a lot of misinformation floating out there because of a bad one in the 70's but today they're awesome - a friend of mine has the Mirena one in. And you can take them out if you decide you want more.
Greg needs to be a grown up here. Vasectomies are easier and less expensive than tubal-ligations. BC alters hormones and who knows what?!
And if you croak and he remarries, chances are, she'll already have kids. THINK ABOUT THAT! ;-)
As for you diet--add mangos they make me happy.
It's kind of nice that the church doesn't step into our bedrooms on this issue. I was just thinking how nice it is to choose birth control options without that overwhelming guilt that God wants me to allow my womb to be eviscerated until my uterus refuses to be sewed back together one more time.
Not all churchy moms are so lucky as us.
Don't forget, we mutilate our baby boy's penises before they are old enough to have a say in it. Maybe it's the vague memory of the slicing that makes them apprehensive.
Women, on the other hand, experience lots of pain and lots of pleasure on a regular basis from their nether regions. Quite a range of feeling. Whereas men seek after the happiness and are lucky enough to be able to avoid pain (usually) ... so ... the thought of paying for it to be in pain ... I can sympathize. But then there's the forever and ever of worry-free good stuff.
I kind of hate your contingency plan, babe. How ever will you find another smart, funny, awkward freak who loves you like I love you?!
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