The worrying was for naught, as my period graced me with its presence last weekend. Husband and I were joking that it would be just our luck that even after tubal ligation and the added “protection” of exclusive breastfeeding, I’d somehow wind up pregnant. Luckily, that hasn’t happened. And I’m sure it won’t. But you have to admit – after a lifetime of the worry of pregnancy and the constant pressure of being sure to use protection looming over your head, it’s a little weird and somewhat “risky” feeling to go bare all the time!
Logically I am very thankful that I was able to talk my OB into clamping my tubes. She wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, especially because Husband and I are still in our twenties, but when I explained over and over again that two children were perfect for us, she gave in. And the clamps were put on. Logically, this is good. We don’t want more than two children. (Hell, before I got pregnant with Girl Child I swore off children completely. And after having her I swore off having more children. Obviously, I changed my tune…)
But emotionally, maternally, I feel disappointed. I can’t explain why exactly… maybe because we took such a “final” step in ensuring that there would be no more babies?
But like I said, logically I am very thankful for having my tubes clamped. Birth control can fail. And while I’m pro-choice, I myself would never be able to go through with an abortion…
And speaking of sex… when you’re a parent, you quickly find out that you’re going to have many situations in which it isn’t the ideal time to have sex, but it’s either now or never. Due to Husband’s work schedules and Boy Child’s sleeping and eating schedules and Girl Child’s sleeping and napping schedules, it’s sometimes difficult to get ourselves in sync with one another. Today was a perfect example of a “now or never” situation. Boy Child had just been changed and was laying on the floor in his bedroom, mesmerized by the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Girl Child was buckled into her highchair enjoying a snack and watching Winnie the Pooh. I was going to do a load or two of laundry, and Husband was getting ready to shave, but we suddenly realized: we had a few minutes available. I practically dragged him into our bedroom, and we gave new meaning to the term “quickie”. We were in and out (or should I say he was in and out?), cleaned up and dressed within five minutes.
I just realized that I forgot to post some of the good photos we took on Thanksgiving…
Girl Child, looking forlorn.
Husband with the kids.
Husband and his brother, who is eighteen – the same age Husband was when we met over six years ago!
Husband and I. <3
