I made an important decision last week.
I am getting my tubes tied.
I have long since decided that I am finished having children. I love my two girls. A lot. They are the centre of my world. When I’m being 100% honest with myself, part of me would like to experience the baby stage of life again. Part of me. And the thought is always fleeting. With CBG three hours away, my life situation being what it is and my job situation being what it is, having another child just isn’t in the cards. And I am completely okay with that.
Having said that, I have been on the pill for the last year and a half – and I hate it. I hate having something artificial like that in my body. I hate the side effects and grief that the pill has caused – I’ve tried about 4 different kinds before finally finding something that was a good match for me.
When I met CBG he was talking about getting a vasectomy. I fully supported him in that decision. I know lots of men who’d had them (including my ex), and it was no big deal. CBG was clear from the start that he was finished having children and didn’t want any “accidents”.
Well, folks, that was a year and a half ago…and still, no snip.
Now, in his defense, there are lots of factors going on there that have gotten in the way of him having it done.
And frankly, since I’m on the pill, getting the snip just isn’t on his radar. I mean…come on…he’s a dude. He’s getting his without worry, so what’s the problem, right? I can imagine that most men only go for the snippety-do-dah because they’ve got a wife or girlfriend nagging the crap out of them. I doubt there are many men out there who gladly volunteer to have their ballsack fondled by a dude with a cauterizing tool.
I used to be that wife, the wife who reminded, who nagged, whose life was a little too entwined with her man’s. The thing is – I’m not that girlfriend. It’s not my job to nag CBG to do things, period. We’ve had “the discussion” – more than once – and still I sit here taking the evil pill, suffering the consequences and having every single minute of it.
And then I realized that I don’t have to leave something this important in the hands of someone else. He’s not the only one who can do something about this. A good friend recently had her tubes tied and in her opinion, it just wasn’t that bad. I’ve done some research on my own, and everything that I read tells me that it’s a fairly simple procedure and I should expect a quick recovery. Hell, I’ve been through a c-section with my first daughter….and after that, well hell, I can do anything.
Last week I had a conversation with my doctor and she sent off a referral. The Canadian health care system can be slow when it comes to things like this, so I will likely end up waiting a while before I actually get it done. But the wheels are in motion and I’m on my way to getting it done. On my own. And that feels really good at this stage of my life. I don’t need someone else to provide me with a solution to this one.
So baby, just so you’re on notice, when you’re the one taking care of me after my procedure I expect extra-special treatment. So if I ask for a foot rub, guess who gets to pony up? And if I want ice-cream, then you’re on tap. You get the idea. And yes, I’m totally going to milk it for all it’s worth, and you’re gonna do it, to show your appreciation for the fact that you’re not laying on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on your junk. heh.