I have three boys, aged
I always remember me wanting children. A boy and a girl. Bows and dirty knees, base balls and barbies. One with blond hair, one with dark.
Then I grew up, got pregnant, got married and had a baby. Score! A boy, so far so good. By the time Rainbow Man was one, I decided I needed a new baby. But my sister needed a new kidney more and since I was a match, my baby plans were put on hold. I never did give her the kidney, because she got a call on July that there was a matching cadaver organ available so off she went. And off my birth control I went!
Not even two weeks passed and I was pregnant. My sweet baby girl nestled under my heart. I'm going to name her Rebecca. Bows, Mary Jane shoes, wee ruffled dresses. Life was good. Life was great. Life sucked, we saw a penis on the ultrasound. I was crushed,(even though I refused to admit it to anyone,) for almost an entire day. I cried and I swore, and then I saw a tiny pair of overalls too small for Rainbow Man, but just the right size for the baby boy cooking in the pot.
And I was never sad again that he was a he and not a she.
By the time Blue Boy was eighteen months old, I.Was.Done. DONE! Blue Boy was not an easy baby, but there is not enough space on the Internet to tell that story. I started working on JitteryJoe. I wanted my tubes tied. I had two sweet boys, one for each of us. We should stop. It took a while to convince him, and he says he was just humoring me, but finally I went to my doctor to discuss my tubal.
Did you know they make you do a pregnancy test before you get your tubes tied? They do. I was.
Fast forward nine months. Stuperman is about thirty seconds old. I'm yelling from the bed, "Don't forget I want my tubes tied!" Did the doctors EVER try to talk me out of it! Wow. Finally I explained to them that I made up my mind to get this done a year ago. They looked at the baby. They looked at me. And by the time Stuperman was four hours old, I was in the operating room.
Some tubal's can be reversed. Mine cannot. Originally the doctor was just going to use clips, because he was sure I was retarded and would want this reversed at some point. But when they opened me up they realised that my right Fallopian tube had a large mass growing inside it. they took out the entire tube. The left they took out all but a centimetre at the top and bottom.
So no. No more kids.
And It doesn't make me sad.
Total Calories Burned Today: 211.621
Total Accumulative Calories Burned: 1450.167
Total Accumulative Miles Jogged: 18.809
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