I possess an extraordinary talent for getting pregnant; it’s practically a superpower. All my husband, Mark, has to do is glance in my direction, and voilà—conception! It’s true, I’m Fertile Myrtle, and proud of it.
When we decided to start a family, we simply ditched birth control and let nature take its course. I stopped taking the pill in November and was already expecting by December. Talk about efficiency!
Our second and third children, while definitely welcome, were less meticulously planned. We tried using condoms and natural family planning, but somehow, we still ended up pregnant. According to my cycle, it shouldn’t have happened—but here we are, a happy family of five.
After our third little one arrived, we both agreed that our family was complete and it was time to take a more decisive approach to birth control. I didn’t enjoy the side effects of the pill, and the IUD didn’t appeal to me either. As we explored our options, I became increasingly convinced that I had done more than enough. After enduring 27 months of pregnancy, three births, and countless months of breastfeeding, it felt only fair for Mark to take on a bit of the responsibility for our family planning.
Mark, though not thrilled about the idea of a vasectomy, eventually came around. His slight aversion to anything medical, coupled with a natural male squeamishness about surgical procedures, made him hesitant. “Remember how our kids came into the world, love?” I reminded him with a smirk. “Just checking!”
After two nerve-wracking pregnancy scares (thankfully false alarms!), he finally mustered the courage to schedule the procedure. It turned out to be quite straightforward. Though he was apprehensive about a doctor getting up close and personal with his anatomy, he managed to endure it like a champ.
The recovery phase was a spectacle. I tried to be sympathetic, but after having built three humans inside me and emerging from the experience relatively intact, it was hard to muster too much empathy for a guy who had a minor snip. Yes, he felt quite uncomfortable for about ten days, and there was some swelling, but he survived it! Honestly, if he had known just how much that small sacrifice would change our lives, he wouldn’t have complained at all.
Vasectomies are fantastic! For starters, I only had to endure a week of whining, which is nothing when managing three kids. Plus, it was a significant boost for our sex life. I hadn’t realized how much my anxiety about unexpected pregnancies had suppressed my libido. I used to blame it on sleep deprivation and stress, but once we were free from the fear of another child—along with the loathed condoms—my desire came roaring back.
We no longer have to worry about timing, hormones, or anything that could put a damper on our intimacy. Mark’s vasectomy has done more for our love life than anything else throughout our marriage, hands down. Now, four years later, we have no regrets. The liberation from birth control worries has been a game-changer for both of us. And seeing Mark take on that physical challenge for our family planning? Surprisingly satisfying.
Thanks for stepping up, babe!
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Summary:
In this humorous ode, Emily celebrates her husband Mark’s decision to have a vasectomy after their three children, highlighting the relief and freedom it has brought to their family life and intimacy. The article reflects on the challenges of pregnancy and family planning while acknowledging the sacrifices made by both partners.