Recently, I went in to a "specialist" for the initial consult on a specific procedure. This being the procedure unique to the male species that prevents, uh, further species. We are happy with the numbers in our family right now and see no need to add any more, so I figured it was time for me to . . . (I'm at a loss here, do you say "bite the bullet," "take one for the team", I really have no idea).
The initial consult mostly consists of watching a video. It kinda made me squirm. They tell you they have to poke a needle HERE, then poke another needle THERE . . .and so on. Not something you sit back and watch while eating popcorn. Then a doctor comes in and goes over a bit more detail, just to make sure that you are sure about having the procedure. I was convinced of the need to have it done, just not looking forward to actually having it done. But I guess it's a trade off since we guys don't have to actually carry a baby and go through all that a woman has to go through, yada yada yada. I always told Dorene when she was having morning sickness that "I feel your pain," but for some reason she didn't feel comforted.
Like I said, we are very content with the numbers in our family right now. We got the dogs, a cat, the kids, and just no need to add child number 4.
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