I possess an almost magical ability to conceive. It seems that the mere glance from my husband, Dave, is enough to spark a pregnancy. Fertile Fiona, at your service!
When we first considered starting a family, we figured we’d just stop using birth control and let fate handle the rest. I ditched the pill in November, and by December, I was already expecting.
Though our second and third kids were planned, they certainly arrived sooner than expected. We tried condoms and natural family planning, but somehow, we still found ourselves welcoming two more little ones into our lives. Hello, family of five!
After our third baby, we realized we were completely content with our family size and decided it was time for a more permanent birth control solution. Birth control pills weren’t my favorite, and I wasn’t keen on the idea of an IUD either. As we weighed our options, it became clear that I had already endured enough—27 months of pregnancy, three deliveries, and countless months of breastfeeding. It was time for my husband to step up and make a small sacrifice for the sake of our family.
And because Dave isn’t one to shy away from reason, he eventually agreed, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect of a vasectomy. He has a bit of a fear of medical procedures and, like many men, was a little squeamish about the idea of a scalpel near his most sensitive area.
“Remember, love, how our kids made their grand entrance into the world through my body? Just saying,” I reminded him.
After a couple of pregnancy scares (thankfully false alarms!), he was motivated enough to make the appointment. The procedure itself was straightforward, and while he wasn’t a fan of the idea of a doctor handling his business, he managed to tough it out. The recovery, however, was quite the spectacle. I tried to be sympathetic, really, but after experiencing the monumental task of bringing three babies into this world, it was hard to muster up too much empathy for a man who had merely undergone a minor procedure.
He was a bit uncomfortable for about ten days and did experience some swelling and pain, but he got through it. I promise I didn’t gloat too much. Honestly, if he had fully grasped what that small sacrifice would mean for our lives, he would have complained even less.
Vasectomies are incredible! First off, I didn’t have to do anything other than endure a week of mild whining, which is a small price to pay when you’re juggling three kids. More importantly, it significantly improved our sex life. I hadn’t realized how much my anxiety about unintended pregnancies had impacted my desire. I thought it was just the exhaustion and stress of parenting three children, but once we knew we wouldn’t be adding more to our clan—and could ditch the condoms we both disliked—my enthusiasm returned.
We no longer worried about timing or hormonal side effects, and we could fully enjoy each other without barriers. My husband’s vasectomy has undoubtedly been the best thing for our intimate life throughout our entire marriage.
Now, four years later, we have no regrets. The freedom from birth control worries is liberating for both of us. Plus, seeing my husband take on a little physical discomfort for our family planning was oddly satisfying.
Thanks for taking one for the team, honey.
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Summary
In this humorous tribute, a woman reflects on her husband’s decision to undergo a vasectomy after they expanded their family. She shares her own experiences with pregnancy and childbirth, emphasizing her husband’s role in family planning and the positive impact the procedure had on their intimacy. Their journey to a family of five resulted in a newfound freedom and satisfaction in their relationship.