Friday, September 30, 2011


I debated posting this information because it's personal.  But then this blog is personal to me, and it's private.  Plus, I do think of my blog as a "memory keeper".  So I've decided to share.  It's a pretty significant event to us.

Lewis had a vasectomy today.  I tagged along because they needed my signature, as well as his, to do it.

I was not expecting to be able to watch, but I did get to, sitting beside Lewis.  It was the first time I have seen my husband in such a vulnerable position.  It was very quick, and Lewis was awake for the procedure.  He was on drugs, of course.

I cried when it was over.

Because it's final.  Because it really means we won't be having any more babies.  Because I think it's a huge sacrifice on the part of Lewis to have it done.

Crying doesn't mean I want to be pregnant again, though.  I do not enjoy pregnancy.  I do not enjoy the newborn stage.  Call me selfish, but it's the truth.

We had talked about doing this.  We wanted it.  We did it.

After it was all said and done, we went and ate at El Tejevan.

Fitting, because that is the place we announced our first pregnancy to my parents.

And now, here we were, about 3 years later, coming from a place where we would no longer announce such things.

1 comment:

mindibz said...

I can only the imagine the conflicted feelings. ((Hugs))