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AH - Lucky you.....coil didn't
work with moi, I bought him a HD flat screen tv to stop any further pregnancies
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I was 39 when Thunderthighs (aka
No2son) was born.
I’d never been happy taking pill
and decided that a coil would be a better option so made the appointment.
“You’re coming with me” I said to
Fester.
“What!?!”
“Well it’s as much for your
benefit as mine. I don’t see why I
should suffer alone.”
He was there at both births.
So he trotted along with me.
My lady GP Dr M was quite
surprised, as was the practice nurse.
I don’t think they’d seen the
like.
In the surgery I lay on the
couch, Fester sat on the chair.
Pulling the curtain around the
couch Dr M asked
“Do you want to be this side of
the curtain?”
“I’m fine out here thanks.”
Dr M, obviously tickled by the situation, “The coil isn’t the
only option you know. There is such a
thing as vasectomy.”
Grunt
“We’ve got a couple of bricks out the back ….”
I shall draw a veil over the rest of the proceedings for
fear of frightening the horses.
Organised family planning first started in the Victorian era
when it was seen as “women’s things”.
That attitude remains, for the most part.
I quite understand that pregnancy, childbirth and childcare
impacts entirely on women’s bodies, careers and social lives (with the
exception of those very few men who chose to be househusbands). The financial impacts hit men as well, but
only if they stick around or can be caught and made to pay maintenance.
That aside it only seems fair that, as both of you are in on
the conception, both of you should be responsible for the contraception.
The least a gentleman can do is provide moral
support whilst one is having a fence installed in one’s lady-garden.
Mind you I got a firm “No” when I suggested he accompany me
when it was finally removed.
I don’t think he relished another meeting with Dr M.
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