I have an uncanny knack for getting pregnant. Seriously, it feels like a superpower. My husband just needs to glance my way, and voilà—conception is in the cards. You could call me Fertile Myrtle!
When we first considered starting a family, we simply stopped using birth control and let fate do its thing. I went off the pill in November, and by December, I was already expecting.
Our second and third children were certainly wanted, but they weren’t quite as meticulously planned as our first. We tried using condoms and natural family planning, yet somehow, we still ended up with two surprise little bundles of joy. It was a wild ride, and suddenly, we were a family of five.
After welcoming our third child, we both agreed that our family was complete. It was time for a more definitive form of birth control. I wasn’t a fan of the way the pill made me feel, and the idea of an IUD didn’t sit well with me either. As we weighed our options, I became increasingly convinced that my body had already done more than enough. After enduring 27 months of pregnancy, three births, and endless months of breastfeeding, it felt only fair for my husband to step up and take a hit for the team.
Amazingly, my husband saw the logic in my reasoning. However, he was far from enthusiastic about the concept of a vasectomy. He has a bit of a fear of medical procedures, and like many men, the thought of a scalpel near his sensitive areas made him squeamish.
“Remember how our children made their grand entrance into the world through my vagina? Just saying,” I reminded him with a wink.
After a couple of tense pregnancy scares—thankfully just false alarms—he finally mustered the motivation to make that appointment.
The procedure turned out to be straightforward. Though he wasn’t thrilled about having a doctor poking around down there (seriously, three vaginal births for me!), he managed to tough it out. The recovery, however, was a hilarious ordeal. I tried my best to be empathetic, but honestly, after going through the monumental experiences of carrying and birthing three babies, it was tough to feel deeply sorry for him after a minor snip.
He was understandably uncomfortable for about ten days, experiencing some swelling and pain, but he survived. I’ll admit, I didn’t rub it in too much. If only he had fully grasped what that small sacrifice would mean for our family, I doubt he would have complained at all.
Vasectomies are nothing short of fantastic! For starters, I only had to endure a week of his whining—and when you’re wrangling three kids, that’s a drop in the bucket. More importantly, it significantly revitalized our sex life.
I had no idea how much my anxiety about getting pregnant had impacted my desire for intimacy. I used to blame it on the sleep deprivation and stress of parenting three kids—those certainly played a role—but once we decided not to worry about pregnancy and ditched the condoms we both disliked, my libido came roaring back.
We no longer had to track the calendar, deal with pesky hormonal side effects, or compromise pleasure with barriers. My husband’s vasectomy turned out to be the best thing for our relationship—hands down.
Now, almost four years later, I can confidently say we have no regrets. The freedom from birth control is a breath of fresh air for both of us. And witnessing my husband take on that physical sacrifice for our family planning? Honestly, it was surprisingly gratifying.
Thanks for taking one for the team, darling!
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In summary, my husband’s vasectomy wasn’t just a health decision; it was a pivotal moment for our family and relationship, allowing us to embrace our completed family unit with joy and renewed intimacy.