It’s a well-known fact that I will talk about ANYTHING here on this blog. Anything and everything that happens in my life at one point or another can become good blog fodder. Like the conversation that the husband and I had the day that he got the stents removed…
Keep in mind, his happy parts were bruised, mangled, and battered. The first thing I jokingly say to him after we come out of the doctor’s office is…
“So, hon, how about that vasectomy now?”
He stopped where he was in the middle of the hallway and his eyes bugged out at me. Quite frankly, I thought he was going to smack me. Instead…
“OK!!!”
I about DIED. He and I aren’t planning on having children…I’m 35 and I have no motherly instincts whatsoever, nor do I ever want to be stuck wearing maternity clothes until I pop out a kid. Hubby and I are VERY set in our ways. We like being able to pack up and go without having to worry about taking a kid along for the ride. And besides, we can barely afford US…there’s no way in hell we could ever afford a kid. Hubby’s never had any inclination to have a child, either, so it’s not like we disagree on this.
And quite frankly, I want to get off of the pill. I take enough medication as it is.
After all the indignities that hubby had just gone through, he was more than willing to have the snip snip done ASAP.
We talked about it again this past Wednesday…he is going to look into getting it done sometime in the near future. I have to check and see how much it will cost us.
And no, we WON’T change our minds. The urge to procreate died in me a LONG time ago. We just don’t want kids, and we’re sure of it.
Alan gave me a vasectomy as our first wedding anniversary present, because birth control pills had made me into some kind of zit-covered horrific BEAST, and we had discussed spawning and (once the oh…love make BABY NOW) was gone, we both knew I would be the worst mother EVEAH (see http://astrangelife.typepad.com/a_strange_life/2007/08/if-i-had-kids-t.html) and I know we would spawn a blind fat short zitty depressed anxious kid with no gift for mathematics or language…Alan and I would cancel out each other’s good qualities and magnify the awful ones. Woe to the child!
Luckily, I also had a hysterectomy 7 years ago…and you know what that means…I HAVEN’T HAD A PERIOD IN 7 YEARS Bwwaaahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
OMG I THINK I’M GOING TO ASK HIM FOR ONE FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY IN JANUARY! Woman, that’s the best idea! To hell with jewelry ‘n shit, I want him snipped!!
Hell, I’m on the Seasonale stuff, so I only get four periods a year, and I’m sure once I go off the pill after he gets the ALL CLEAR! from the snip that things are going to go NUTS.
He made it a point to tell me that if he gets snipped that I have to give him a BJ every day for 30 days, because that’s what the doctors say. I laughed in his face!