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amycooperI had my tubes removed today.
I had asked about options with my ObGYN and decided to go with actually removing them because it really doesn't entail much additional work or recovery and because apparently it comes with a decreased risk of ovarian cancer.
On a perhaps less reasoned, well, reason, this also seemed like a good idea because my family is stupid fertile. Several babies were born into my family that were actively planned against. All three of my pregnancy happened within the first month of trying. Now, in order to get pregnant, I'd have to regrow an organ. I like my current odds.
It went well. They said I did great, though my job largely consist of remaining unconscious so I take that with a grain of salt. ;)
I had braced myself for feeling bad about it, maybe crying over it. But that didn't happen at all. I was, quite frankly, relieved. I think society kind of expects this kind of thing to be fundamentally sad. That wasn't my experience. And I feel like I have to quantify that I do love my children, when I express that I don't want to have .Ore, which I think speaks to how society treats motherhood.
It was also interesting how many people took it as kind of drastic that I chose this. Why not your husband? they'd ask. He should do it.
But you know what? I like this level of control over my body. And really, my husband getting shipped doesn't necessarily prevent me from getting pregnant. It prevents him from making me (or others) pregnant.
Anyways, I came home with orders to rest that kinda went out the window because no sooner did my MIL leave than Amelia began throwing up. Both my husband and I moved to take care of her and I moved more than I should. I am in bed now-both kids are asleep-so I am now. Or trying too. I am tired, but restless.
Probably because I took a nap in the middle of the day.
I had asked about options with my ObGYN and decided to go with actually removing them because it really doesn't entail much additional work or recovery and because apparently it comes with a decreased risk of ovarian cancer.
On a perhaps less reasoned, well, reason, this also seemed like a good idea because my family is stupid fertile. Several babies were born into my family that were actively planned against. All three of my pregnancy happened within the first month of trying. Now, in order to get pregnant, I'd have to regrow an organ. I like my current odds.
It went well. They said I did great, though my job largely consist of remaining unconscious so I take that with a grain of salt. ;)
I had braced myself for feeling bad about it, maybe crying over it. But that didn't happen at all. I was, quite frankly, relieved. I think society kind of expects this kind of thing to be fundamentally sad. That wasn't my experience. And I feel like I have to quantify that I do love my children, when I express that I don't want to have .Ore, which I think speaks to how society treats motherhood.
It was also interesting how many people took it as kind of drastic that I chose this. Why not your husband? they'd ask. He should do it.
But you know what? I like this level of control over my body. And really, my husband getting shipped doesn't necessarily prevent me from getting pregnant. It prevents him from making me (or others) pregnant.
Anyways, I came home with orders to rest that kinda went out the window because no sooner did my MIL leave than Amelia began throwing up. Both my husband and I moved to take care of her and I moved more than I should. I am in bed now-both kids are asleep-so I am now. Or trying too. I am tired, but restless.
Probably because I took a nap in the middle of the day.
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Date: 2017-02-20 01:22 am (UTC)