Aaahhh,, my fertility. I think about it constantly. On the table of my brain lays two options (since my own husband refuses any option that involves him.. get my drift). These two options are to take drastic, non-reversible measures and end my child-bearing days. My other options is to leave everything "as-is" and pray to the dear Lord above that these little pills work everyday. I love kids. I love hugging babies, reading to toddlers, and driving kindergartners to school. What I dont love is being pregnant. And I can safely say, I am no longer in love breastfeeding. I have done it for three years, one year, three times.. and I am tired of doing it. (I still encourage all mothers to breastfeed thier babies. Your babies love it and it is why you have breasts..)
Anyway, I wonder if my strong aversion to pregnancy and the thought of another year of breastfeeding is a good sign that I am ready to take action to ensure that I am not pregnant another time in my life. It just seem so permanent. I would love another baby,but DO NOT want to be pregnant or breastfeed again. So there you have it..I think I have my answer. Why can't I just go with it? If only Darren would just get the big (actually little and not even a big deal at ALL) vasectomy! My life and reproductive health would be A.O.K
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