The feeling passed. I knew it would, cruel, cruel hormones.
But in my infinite “the glass is half-full” outlook on life, I hope one day it will return. You know, like in two or three years.
In the meantime, I should probably indulge my husband with my wifely duties and occasionally put out. I’ve been saying all along that I was going to have my husband neutered after baby number two, but after my less than stellar experience with the urologist, we’ve been rethinking the decision. I mean if they were going to send in a novice to remove my stent (with no supervision nonetheless), the prospect of allowing them to play with Tate’s man parts makes us leery.
Being blessed twice with colicky babies, this womb is closed to further occupants. Birth control is a top priority for me. Very reliable birth control.
Condoms certainly don’t fit my profile of reliable, so they are out. And they’re just icky. You may as well just call them mood killers with their useless ribbing and their smell.
I’ve been on the pill with great baby prevention success, but with libido consequences. As in, “I’ll just lay here while you do your thang. Mind if I catch up on my reading?”
After Peanut’s birth, I got a diaphragm. I know! It’s so 1970′s!. My doctor acted like it was the strangest request she’d ever heard. You would have thought I’d asked to keep my placenta so that I could take it home and cook up a delicious recipe.
Tomorrow, I go for my six week checkup with my Ob/Gyn. I am thinking about talking to her about the Mirena IUD. Since Dr. Google is the wrong person to ask, I thought I’d consult you all, Drs. Blogosphere, and see if anyone has any experience with this.
The thought of the IUD scares me a bit. I have vague recollections of copper things in my Health textbooks from high school. It also seems weird to have something inside you all the time. Kinda creeps me out.
Maybe we should reconsider a visit to the urologist.