Let me explain...
Two years ago, over Valentine's Day weekend the hubby made me a delicious dinner. I drank lots of wine. We listened to a lot of LMFAO, did a lot of dancing and a lot of getting down. A couple of weeks later I realized that my period was late (thanks to my awesome ovulation app). So just to be safe I stopped drinking and headed to the doctors office.
I was really nervous. I wasn't ready to be pregnant. I wasn't ready to possibly be responsible for another life. I wasn't ready to be a good role model. Mostly I wasn't ready to push a watermelon through my vagina.
When the nurse came in the room my mind was racing with all the shit I wasn't prepared for, as she wrote my blood pressure down in my chart, on the counter facing the wall, she said to me, "Since your pregnant, the doctor will have to come talk to you and discuss your next doctors visit." and she walked out. My eyes filled with tears
I called my hubby and I could hear him getting choked up with excitement and joy. I told him I'd call him right back because the doctor was coming back in the office.
That's what those first moments were like for me. Just over 38 weeks from that fateful Valentine's Day weekend, I became a mom. It's been a beautiful
Now here we are (almost) two years later. With a rambunctious toddler who never stops
The next day joyfully, I start menstruating. Then I notice something. I will be most likely to conceive the weekend before Valentine's day. The time the hubby and I are most likely to be getting down. I didn't/have not resumed taking birth control after my son was born. It can mess with your milk supply and as previously stated that was very important to me. Now that my milk supply is not really important, I just feel done with the pill. So every month I do this dance.
The hubby and I are being super old school and using the (very Catholic) pull out/rhythm method combo.
Plus, I'm getting older. You can't be on birth control your whole life and since menopause is years away I decided tubule ligation is the way to go, for me. I wanted it done right after Animal was born, but my OB/GYN has a strict six month if it's your first rule. I should have done it last summer but I had a bad case of child induced zombie(hood) going. I couldn't get shit down.
So here I am, two year's later. Playing with fire. Maybe it's because
So happy Valentine's Day. Use protection.
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