work. I was in court two times this week and last week, trying to figure out
lunches and snacks, should we pack or buy? Trying to get kids back and forth,
here and there. We had a birthday yesterday, (Mason turned 4), it's just been
absolutely crazy. But what really had me going was the question of "is my
husband really fixed?"
Most of you know that I had a hard pregnancy and an
emergency C-section with our youngest Maximillian, (16 months). It was because
of this that my husband stepped up and "took one for the team," and got a
vasectomy. That was great, it meant that I didn't have to get a more difficult
procedure in getting my tubes tied. Since then my "friend," (menstrual cycle)
has been coming ever...y
28 days on the DOT! Not this month. On the 29th day I was on the internet
researching how reliable a vasectomy really was, and I was terrified after all
the information I read. Women, were getting pregnant left and right, and even
years after their husbands got vasectomies. I also read that up to 1% of men
who get vasectomies aren't completely sterile. I couldn't believe it. Could I
be pregnant? I couldn't imagine having another baby at this point in my life.
I had to tell Bobby how I was feeling. I asked him what we would do if I
was pregnant again? The look on his face, (lol). I was really nervous, I mean
of course if it was meant to be, we would just have to deal with it, but I
didn't even want to think about tipping 200 pounds on the scale again, breast
feeding again, we just got Max to start sleeping in his bed part of the night.
Mason still sleeps with us all night, and Malachi comes in our room in the
middle of the night and sleeps on a little couch. Thinking about adding another
kid to that had me going crazy.
The 30th day came, and by then I was
convinced it was happening. We were going to have another baby. We were going
to have to buy all new baby clothes since we have finally gotten rid of the ones
we had for the last four kids. I was convinced I was getting ready to gain
another 30 pounds, hopefully it wouldn't be another 60 pounds. And
My friend arrived, I sent a text to Bobby letting him know that our friend had
arrived and he responded,"woo hoo." lol, It was a good day, in the midst of "My