Friday, September 26, 2008

Snip Snip, part 2

The 4th was just over three weeks ago.

After hashing it out some more, Hubby went ahead with the
Snip. We both decided that it was the best decision for us.

We discussed how I thought that he would be okay with another one given his reaction to the possibility that I was pregnant again. He said that he wanted to completely go ape shit. He said that he didn’t because if I really was pregnant and he lost it, how would that make me feel? Kind of like when two teenagers realize that they are about to become parents and the guy proposes out of some sort of twisted feeling of responsibility. That made me think, “Holy shit, he really doesn’t want another child, but if I convince him to have one he’ll go along with it but then our relationship will be doomed from then on”.

So, I told him that I was set with the two children we have and to go ahead with it.

Now, according to him, we have to have sex (still protected) another god knows how many times to get the still living swimmers out of his system. Originally, the number of times was a much smaller amount, but had drastically changed after the follow-up visit with his doctor – hmmmm, do you think that this is men banding together to get more sex out of their wives?

So, unless some freaky failure of our current form of birth control happens, we will be a three child household. Oops, I mean two child household – Hubby doesn’t count, does he?

The 4th was just over three weeks ago.

After hashing it out some more, Hubby went ahead with the
Snip. We both decided that it was the best decision for us.

We discussed how I thought that he would be okay with another one given his reaction to the possibility that I was pregnant again. He said that he wanted to completely go ape shit. He said that he didn’t because if I really was pregnant and he lost it, how would that make me feel? Kind of like when two teenagers realize that they are about to become parents and the guy proposes out of some sort of twisted feeling of responsibility. That made me think, “Holy shit, he really doesn’t want another child, but if I convince him to have one he’ll go along with it but then our relationship will be doomed from then on”.

So, I told him that I was set with the two children we have and to go ahead with it.

Now, according to him, we have to have sex (still protected) another god knows how many times to get the still living swimmers out of his system. Originally, the number of times was a much smaller amount, but had drastically changed after the follow-up visit with his doctor – hmmmm, do you think that this is men banding together to get more sex out of their wives?

So, unless some freaky failure of our current form of birth control happens, we will be a three child household. Oops, I mean two child household – Hubby doesn’t count, does he?

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