My husband is getting fixed tomorrow. I'm not sure he'd like me talking about this but...I'm gonna do it anyway. No one tell him okay?
It's honestly not that big of a deal although I'm absolutely certain he'd disagree with me. Yes, I know it involves incisions and pain. I understand. I birthed two children. His two children.
To be fair he isn't complaining about it. He's actually handling the entire thing really well. Although he did call me the other day after speaking to the nurse and say something that completely surprised me. He asked me if it was natural for him to second guess the decision. He'd begun to think that maybe we should have a third child, that it would be nice to have a boy.
The funny thing is that I've had these same thoughts off and on since he made the appointment for the surgery. Logically I realize this is probably normal. And I also know that we made this decision after careful thought and consideration. We have no room in our house for another child. That child would be at least 4 or 5 years younger than our youngest. I no longer have the energy to deal with months of no sleep. Not to mention the fact that while we'd be trying for a boy we'd be more likely to have another girl. Don't get me wrong, I love my girls. But 2 is plenty for me.
So yes, we've made the right decision. However that doesn't seem to have stopped the small voice of doubt in the back of both our minds. I'm wondering if it will go away.
I'm also wondering if it shares an apartment with the nasty voice that keeps telling me I don't know how to write and that any day now someone important is going to figure that fact out. If so I'm wondering if we can evict them both tomorrow.
Any nasty voices in your head you'd like to get rid of?
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