Oh My Aching Uterus
Have I mentioned my rampant hormones? Or maybe it just has to do with my baby turning 1 in less than a month. But I am starting to mourn the end of my baby years. So much so that I almost begged my hubby for a puppy. I am so not a dog person, so he figured that it must be baby cravings causing these mad ravings.
Then, this weekend, the accident. The dread condom accident. You know the kind, the one where you think you are all protected and stuff and it turns out that the birth control was faulty. Like broken faulty. Crap! and then, to make things worse? You ovulate the next day. And then you realize how insane those baby cravings are, because really? Who on earth could possibly think I could raise 6 kids. Not me! And hopefully no one in heaven does either, because, seriously?
Now I would happily raise a passel of kids. In a bigger house. With domestic help. And maybe if they were not all from my womb. Because my womb? She is tired. And the fear of labour has increased with each pregnancy. Because labour? It hurts. A lot. So.
Here is hoping that if God intends for this old girl to do the baby birthing one last time that he also intends to send a windfall my way, in the shape of a huge house complete with housekeeping and meal making.
Crossing my fingers for the negative pg test,
and crossing my legs until the VASectomy,
your overly fertile friend,
Mighty Morphin' Mama
Then, this weekend, the accident. The dread condom accident. You know the kind, the one where you think you are all protected and stuff and it turns out that the birth control was faulty. Like broken faulty. Crap! and then, to make things worse? You ovulate the next day. And then you realize how insane those baby cravings are, because really? Who on earth could possibly think I could raise 6 kids. Not me! And hopefully no one in heaven does either, because, seriously?
Now I would happily raise a passel of kids. In a bigger house. With domestic help. And maybe if they were not all from my womb. Because my womb? She is tired. And the fear of labour has increased with each pregnancy. Because labour? It hurts. A lot. So.
Here is hoping that if God intends for this old girl to do the baby birthing one last time that he also intends to send a windfall my way, in the shape of a huge house complete with housekeeping and meal making.
Crossing my fingers for the negative pg test,
and crossing my legs until the VASectomy,
your overly fertile friend,
Mighty Morphin' Mama
We're getting all sorts of ready for the Vasectomy too. I love my babies, but I'm at Max Cap here.
ReplyDeleteum....WHAT?!?!? YIKES!
ReplyDeleteYou crazy fertile people should NOT be messing around with non-perm methods!!!
I know you'll be great with whatever happens. I mean you do babies really well!! :)
well....keep us posted...you know, in about a month when you know for sure one way or the other!
ReplyDeleteOh, I hate those accidents! It's been a long time since one of those scares, but I can relate. I hope you are not like me, because by the end of the scare I'm all hopeful for the sweet bundle and my heart is broken when it's not positive.
ReplyDeleteWow, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh? Good luck, I think. hee hee... ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh dear!!!!
ReplyDeleteI only have 2 (and I'm done) and I would panic if I thought I was pregnant.
If I had fine and was in your situation I would have myself committed :)
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Uh oh! YOu don't know how many times I wished this would happen to me, I wanted three so bad but hubby didn't. We played with fire a few times but nothing. Then we had the big vasectomy as it was torturing both of us.
ReplyDeleteGood luck, either way!
I wish you could pass some of that fertility on to me!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, it's been a while since I've been around and I can screly believe little Z is almost a year!
Ugh. We decided an IUD and see what the next 5 years brings us. I get pregnant too easily.
ReplyDeleteWhat is that they say, it gets easier after the first three?