Wednesday, June 6, 2007

The Thing About Boys Is...

sometimes when they are showing you the owies on two of their fingers, they are also telling you to rock on....
And they are realllllllly serious about wanting you to rock on. I love his expression in this pic.

Thank you to Yarnhog and Uberstrickenfrau for the following blog fodder today...
I am most definitely NOT pregnant. Two reasons:

1. After we found out Davis was a boy (sonogram) and that Dave's aunt was the first girl in 100 years, we decided to stop at two kids. We also figured that after two, they outnumber you. Davis was born in May (2003) and Dave went in that October to get a vasectomy.

2. My period sneaked up on me this morning. I hate when it does that.

Too much information next, be warned...
I'd been on the pill since I was 17 but after Dave got, well, fixed, I stopped taking it (duh). After being chemically regulated for sooo long, I never have any idea when it's coming. Except that there are days when I feel like a raging bitch and then I suspect the period is near. But then, sometimes I'm wrong and it's just that I'm a bitch.

Also, when Dave went in for his vasectomy, well, first off, the Dr. told him I had to sign off on the form, too! Apparently they don't want to be held liable for some guy sneaking one in without his wife knowing.
It's kind of a funny story, the whole experience. (Maybe not as funny for D.) When we went to the initial consultation, after the talking part there was an... inspecting part. The Dr. told D to drop his pants (more diplomatically, of course) so he could have a look. (Still not sure why he needed a preview, but whatever.) Dave and I both looked behind D at the open blinds, the setting sun and the second story view of the parking lot and all the people below. D looked at me, I looked at him, we both shrugged and he dropped trou. The Dr..... inspected. Dave pulled up his pants and we left the office.

At the elevator, I couldn't help myself and had to ask, "So. Was he gentle?"
D: Shut up.
Me: Were his hands soft?
D: Shut. Up.
Me: giggle

The day of the procedure, we went in and D. got (had?) it done. It was a really quick, 20 minute outpatient procedure and after, we went to the elevator again. From another office comes this young woman. She had 4 kids under the age of six and another (possibly two more) very obviously on the way. She was hugely pregnant with 3 kids running around her legs, and one in her arms, his fists full of hair. One kid hit the elevator button, two more screamed, "I wanted to do it!!!! She looked at us calmly, smiled and shrugged. We looked at each other and smiled, both thinking, "Oh yeah, soo just did the right thing!" (I swear the vasectomy place hired her.)

Truthfully, though, Dave was a lot more ready to be done then I was. I still kind of wanted 3 kids and wasn't ready to be done with the whole tiny baby aspect of it all. About a year later, the last woman in my little kid playgroup to have her second child finally did. When it was my turn to bring food for her food parade, I went to visit. She had just gotten the sweet little girl to sleep and asked if I wanted to hold her (the baby, not the mom). I asked, "Are you sure?" and she said yes with a look on her face that belied the fact that it was more of a request on her part, not mine. I took the baby as gently as I could and sure enough, the little cherub woke up and started squalling. She let the baby cry for awhile, then took her back and popped her on a boob. It was at that moment that I knew I was OK with not having any more kids. As sweet as the child was and as much as I ached to have another while holding her (even while she cried), the look of bone-tired fatigue on my friend's face... I knew I was done. I was 34 by then and realized, I too needed some sleep.

Besides, we got perfection twice, why mess with that?

Alright, as promised more prizes for the contest...

This is a great book and since I hate when people talk about a book and only show the cover...


Also, this lovely hand spun I got on ebay...
Neither of these crappy photos does the colors justice. They are lovely spring greens/yellows/blues. Very light and pretty colors. The seller described the yarn thusly...
"four skeins of my hand spun merino wool yarn. I helped shear this sheep, and washed the wool, carded it, dyed it with Kool-Aid, and spun it and plied it. It is between a fingering and sport weight. The colors are delicate, blue and yellowish green.There are about 350 yards here, enough for socks or a wide lace scarf. Since it is hand spun the thickness of the yarn is not perfectly even."
(Did I just say "thusly"?? Is that even a word?)
I haven't, as of yet, received any helmet liners. To sweeten the pot a little, whoever (whomever?) gets me the first one, gets to pick which prize they'd like.
Going to practice my grammar and syntax, Ruth!

5 comments:

Yarnhog said...

I am so completely, totally, absolutely with you on the "knew I was done" thing. With each of my first two, I wanted desperately to have a baby. After the second (and a horrific pregnancy), I would see other people's babies and think, "Oh, how sweet," followed immediately by, "I'm so glad it's yours and not mine." That's how I knew I was done with having babies. Good for D for getting snipped. Some men (not that I'm naming names) are unreasonably unwilling to undergo that simple, 20 minute procedure, no matter how many times their wives' doctors remind them that a third pregnancy would be life-threatening. I don't know any men like that, of course. I'm just saying.

Chris said...

Hee hee - my brother and SIL had my niece and knew they were done. They wouldn't survive having another one of her!! She's a GREAT kid - she's just very smart, VERY active, and VERY VERY busy. Heck, she led a jailbreak at daycare at 11 months...

uberstrickenfrau said...

see, I'M married to the guy afraid of the snip snip. But it took me till girl #4 before I relized I'd end up with 10 girls and never have a boy so it's time to jump ship. So after #4 I got snip snip. But I had my last one at 38 so I KNEW I was soooo finished at having kids. And if I had my last one first, she would of been an only child!

knitnzu said...

I so much love that book! Your so cool boy totally has your eyes. I have only one (I was 34)...then dh and I separated, then back together but he didn't want anymore...I would've right away (ds was ~3), but after a bit, well, did I want kids 5, 6, more years apart? And then I turned 40, now 46, and oh, yes, totally done! Now to get dh in for that 'procedure'! (oh, and I told somebody in the office today about your computer stretch!)

Nell said...

You just reminded me to take my pill! HAHA! I'm telling you, other people's kids are great birth control. Just not ready quite yet. :)