I have a remarkable talent for getting pregnant—seriously, it’s practically a superpower. Just a mere glance from my husband, and voilà! Conception occurs. Fertile Freda, reporting for duty!
When we first considered starting a family, we thought we’d just ditch the birth control and let fate take the reins. I stopped taking the pill in November, and by December, I was expecting. Talk about a quick turnaround!
Now, our second and third kids were definitely desired, but they were a bit less planned. We tried condoms and natural family planning, but somehow, we still ended up with surprise pregnancies. Honestly, I’m still scratching my head over that one! So, with three kids, we decided we were done and needed a more permanent solution.
I wasn’t a fan of the side effects from birth control pills, and the IUD option didn’t sit well with me either. As we explored different avenues, I became convinced that my body had done more than enough. After enduring 27 months of pregnancy, three intense childbirths, and countless months of breastfeeding, it felt like it was time for my husband to step up and take one for the team.
Of course, he was on board with the idea, but the thought of a vasectomy made him a bit squeamish. He’s not exactly a fan of medical procedures, and the idea of a scalpel near his crown jewels wasn’t thrilling.
“Remember how our kids made their grand entrance into this world through my vagina? Just checking!” I reminded him.
After a couple of pregnancy scares (thankfully just false alarms!), he finally picked up the phone to schedule the appointment. The procedure itself was straightforward, though he wasn’t thrilled about the whole “doctor messing with his business” concept. But he persevered.
The recovery? Now that was entertaining! I tried to be sympathetic, really, but after going through three pregnancies and childbirths, it was hard to feel too sorry for him after a minor snip. He was a bit sore for about ten days, and sure, there was some swelling, but he survived. If only he knew how transformative this small sacrifice would be for us, he wouldn’t have complained at all.
Vasectomies are nothing short of fantastic. I had to do nothing more than endure a week of his whining—which is a walk in the park with three kids. Plus, it turned out to be a game changer for our sex life.
I had no idea how much my anxiety about getting pregnant was affecting my libido. I thought it was just the exhaustion of parenting three little ones that kept me hesitant, but once we were free from that fear and didn’t have to rely on condoms we both disliked—my desire was reignited!
We could enjoy intimacy without worrying about timing, hormonal side effects, or any barriers. My husband’s vasectomy has been the best thing for our sex life, hands down. Almost four years in, and we have zero regrets. The freedom of not stressing about birth control has been liberating for both of us. And honestly, seeing him make that small physical sacrifice for our family planning? Surprisingly satisfying.
So, thanks for stepping up, darling!
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Summary:
This light-hearted piece celebrates the author’s husband’s decision to get a vasectomy after they felt complete with their family. It humorously contrasts the woman’s extensive experiences with pregnancy and childbirth against her husband’s brief recovery from the procedure. The author highlights how the vasectomy rejuvenated their sex life and brought them newfound freedom from the worries of birth control.