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It is amazing how quickly one's life can change. And today is the day in which I became unable to add to the world's population.
In theory anyway. Technically I'm not sterile for another 2-3 months, as sperm can still hang out for that long I guess. And then there is the uncommon but not unheard of possibility of the tubes growing back together. So try as hard as humans may, it still isn't 100% in our control.
So if for some reason we end up having a third child, it will certainly be a miracle. And I'll accept that, because if it happens, then it was truly meant to be.
As Mary has been saying since I got home, our children are now limited editions. Not that they were replaceable to begin with, and not that one is exactly like the next, but there is a certain finality to it all. One that did not come easily for Mary. She teased me for awhile when the plan was for me to get this done, but I never got around to making the appointment. But when I finally made the call and set the date, suddenly she was talking about not having it done. This surprised me, as I thought we were on the same page. For me it's about a couple of things. There's the whole population growth argument, and just being responsible for my share. And there also is the factor that I don't think I would mentally enjoy the commitment of staying at home for another 4-5 years. There are times I enjoy, but there are also times that drive me crazy, and I wouldn't mind having more adult time sooner rather than later. And Mary agrees we can't afford a third child, and she agrees she doesn't really want to go through the whole pregnancy thing again. And then there is the risk factor of having a baby as you approach 40.
But those babies, they are so darn cute, aren't they? It is hard to say "No, not even a chance."
Our clinic said Mary had to be there to sign off on the entire procedure, but I was talking with the doctor while he was doing his cutting and sewing and he was telling me that legally the clinic can't deny a vasectomy, regardless of marital status, and that I could have had the procedure done without Mary signing off. They just advise against it.
It was pretty quick. About a half hour. Most uncomfortable thing was the injection of the local anesthetic (with a needle that was at least an inch and a half long!). And it was odd to have the private part tied down with a rubber band so that it wouldn't flop over and get in the way. And to be awake for it all, and talking to the doctor through the whole thing, that was odd too.
But like I said, it was over fast. I took a peek at the operating tools while I was getting my clothes back on and saw part of those "tubes" sitting there, like short, limp sections of spaghetti. And then I just walked out. And now I'm home.
It does kind of feel like someone kicked me in the family jewels every now and then.
In theory anyway. Technically I'm not sterile for another 2-3 months, as sperm can still hang out for that long I guess. And then there is the uncommon but not unheard of possibility of the tubes growing back together. So try as hard as humans may, it still isn't 100% in our control.
So if for some reason we end up having a third child, it will certainly be a miracle. And I'll accept that, because if it happens, then it was truly meant to be.
As Mary has been saying since I got home, our children are now limited editions. Not that they were replaceable to begin with, and not that one is exactly like the next, but there is a certain finality to it all. One that did not come easily for Mary. She teased me for awhile when the plan was for me to get this done, but I never got around to making the appointment. But when I finally made the call and set the date, suddenly she was talking about not having it done. This surprised me, as I thought we were on the same page. For me it's about a couple of things. There's the whole population growth argument, and just being responsible for my share. And there also is the factor that I don't think I would mentally enjoy the commitment of staying at home for another 4-5 years. There are times I enjoy, but there are also times that drive me crazy, and I wouldn't mind having more adult time sooner rather than later. And Mary agrees we can't afford a third child, and she agrees she doesn't really want to go through the whole pregnancy thing again. And then there is the risk factor of having a baby as you approach 40.
But those babies, they are so darn cute, aren't they? It is hard to say "No, not even a chance."
Our clinic said Mary had to be there to sign off on the entire procedure, but I was talking with the doctor while he was doing his cutting and sewing and he was telling me that legally the clinic can't deny a vasectomy, regardless of marital status, and that I could have had the procedure done without Mary signing off. They just advise against it.
It was pretty quick. About a half hour. Most uncomfortable thing was the injection of the local anesthetic (with a needle that was at least an inch and a half long!). And it was odd to have the private part tied down with a rubber band so that it wouldn't flop over and get in the way. And to be awake for it all, and talking to the doctor through the whole thing, that was odd too.
But like I said, it was over fast. I took a peek at the operating tools while I was getting my clothes back on and saw part of those "tubes" sitting there, like short, limp sections of spaghetti. And then I just walked out. And now I'm home.
It does kind of feel like someone kicked me in the family jewels every now and then.
posted by a n d y at
9:21 PM
1 Comments:
So are the funny things those little tubes of spaghetti that you left in the doctors office...or did you get to keep them with you for safe keeping?
Do the jewels still shine in all their glory or are they hurting like @#$% now that it has been a few days?
I am asking a lot of questions for such a private experience, but it is your own fault for sharing it online with the whole world...just joking. I am scheduled for the same funtime with the doctor next month. 2girls and a boy and oh boy!!!! Im done...
Kind Regards Andy,
I hope you heal and feel in more ways than one, quickly.
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