I’m drinking and blogging.
Because this is the last night I have access to my ovarian reserve.
So I’m having a little farewell party.
Me and my eggs.
There won’t be any Number 8.
Nope.
I’m getting my tubes tied first thing tomorrow morning.
A tubal ligation.
I know it’s the “right” decision. I mean, we can’t afford the kids we have now. Adding any more to the mix would just be irresponsible.
And I’m no spring chicken. I’m already seriously pushing my luck having 5 babies after the age of 35.
But they’re just so cute… even when they are attempting to demolish the house. And Number 7 is already walking. She’s not really even a baby anymore.
Where the fuck did that year go???
Emotionally, I am not ready for this. If the baby-making phase is officially over, then what phase is next?
The grandma phase?
Because I really don’t like the sound of that…
And to make matters worse, I’ve been asked 3 times in the last 48 hours if I have a living will. Or if I’d like a chaplain in the room should the occasion arise…
That’s a little disconcerting.
So anyway, if I’m gonna take a chance and go under, and have one of my parts stop working, well then, I might as well get another one up and running again while I’m at it…
If you recall, I have a little issue in the pee pee department.
Consequently, while the nice doctor is searing my poor, innocent, little tubes, he’s also going to take care of my bladder, which looks a little like this:
I guess if you look at it from my bladder’s perspective, I’m already in the grandma phase…
So it’s not all bad…
But I’m really sad to say adios to my huevos…
We sure did have a good run 🙁
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