As mentioned often (almost to the point of nausea), I love my two boys. I also feel content with having two boys. Sure I long for the wee little girl and the unique relationship that only a father and daughter can share. But I have two fantastic nieces, so sweet and with one a teenager and one a couple years younger than Hudson, I feel a paternal type connection with them both, with the luxury of their differing ages. I also have a close friend who has two girls, around the same ages of Hud and Tasman, who I see regularly and have since they were born. One of them thinks I smell like hamburgers, but that is a different story.
So, while nothing can compare to the literal father/daughter bond, I feel I have enough in my life to complement the ferocious love I have for my two sons. And Stephanie does too, but she is a girl and she has sister and she is kind of girly (not Barbie girly, but definitely I love me lots of different kind of shoes girly) so somewhere she always wanted a girl.
But like sands through the hour glass, these our the days of our lives, and time marches on, and on and on, until suddenly the bastion of hope that we would accidentally conceive a girl without a modicum of logic or planning attached wanes and, ahem, finally peters out.
Thus enters the mighty V word (no not vagina, but I agree, that is also a mighty V word) – vasectomy. And while I have been ready ( no not eager) for a bit, I was waiting for the green light to begin the process of having my vasa deferentia severed, and then tied/sealed in a manner such to prevent sperm from entering into the seminal stream. I know right? They make it sound like so much fun! I am bringing corn nuts and Diet Coke to drink during the procedure!
Yes this pales in comparison to carrying and birthing a child. Yes I will stoically walk down the hall and reveal the mighty nuts (also mighty!) to the world without shame. Yes I will dry hump a bag of frozen peas ( and then serve them to the boys for dinner natch! Man I am funny!) to keep the swelling down. I will do all these things to own and solve the birth control issue for the rest of our lives.
All for uninterrupted sex.
Make the appointment this week. Feel free to follow along.