The V-word

Vasectomy.  My husband had a vasectomy done almost three months ago.  We had both agreed that one boy and one girl was perfect for us, although I am sure that once Lulu is about three or four years old I will yearn for another tiny infant.  Even though my husband had this procedure, I was still skeptical.  My mind was playing little tricks on me, making me think that perhaps I was pregnant.  Last month I was somewhat dismayed when my menstrual cycle started.  I actually sort of hoped that maybe I was pregnant.  One little tear streamed down my face that day last month.

This month, however, when my cycle was two days late, I had the complete opposite reaction.  I was terrified that I may actually be pregnant!  In my head, I thought about how I would tell my husband and our family and friends, and that made me smile.  But, then I remembered how I had consigned all of my maternity clothes, as well as all of the baby clothes and toys.  I thought about how we'd have to endure a car payment again.  We'd certainly have to invest in a mini van if we were going to have three children.  I thought about how many more years I'd have to put off my degree and my career....

Both of these situations made me realize two things.  1. The vasectomy served it's purpose and I will not be having any more children.  2.  I am OK with that.  I'm perfectly content with being the mother of two perfectly healthy, utterly beautiful children; a boy and a girl.  What more could a girl ask for?  I don't think it can get much better than this.  ♥