Snip Snip!

The only way to end the rabbit-like reproduction of children, Mr. B finally agreed to get snipped. It was a long battle that he fought, throwing out all kinds of ridiculous reasons. Everything from "I don't have the time to take off work" to "It will hurt". Really!! Maybe he forgot that I just had 4 children in 5 years, each one without a drop of pain medication. I ended up going on STRIKE in an attempt to speed up his urgency to get the vasectomy. Weeks turned into months and I started to panic. Shortly into month 3, he had finally had enough and agreed.

The day had finally arrived and he was very nervous as the horror stories of co-worker who so kindly shared their experience raced throughout his mind. Thankfully the medication he was given to calm him down, took effect. He went from nervous to drunk like in behavior. The next thing I know, he is doing jumping jacks and boxing with the air in an attempt to get his blood flowing so that the medication would be maximized. It was so hilarious to watch, especially since he was nude from the waist down. Once the assistant came in and prepped the area (boy was he thorough), the doctor came in and took over. I stood inches away from the area to be treated because I had to make sure it was done. Within minutes, a couple cuts, a few burns to close the ends, a couple knots, it was over. If I had known it was that simple to do, I would have done it myself a long time ago.

You would think that would be the end of it, however, this particular procedure requires a 'clearing of the pipes' to be effective. What...25-30 clearings and it needs to be completed in a month. Say what! Now all I am hearing as he chases me around the house is "Doctor's orders". I called into my fabulous cousin who happens to work at this doctor's office and I requested that she ask her doctor if I can send my husband to him for the next 25-30 times and he can handle that in his office. He can just bill my insurance. Shouldn't that be covered?

Anyhow, he recovered like a champ and went out with me that night to celebrate. He actually admitted that he would have done it a long time ago, since it wasn't that bad. Oh, Mr. B, when will you learn to just listen to me.