Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Big Snip

I will try hard to make this a G-rated post (O.K., it might be PG, but nothing worse!) So today Ryan went to the urologist for the initial consultation leading up to "the big snip". I'm so proud of my man today, because I know how truly "painful" the appt. was for him (I say "painful" because we all know that it didn't actually cause physical pain, but the emotional pain was intense)! He called me after he left the appt. and said, "it was absolutely horrible! I'm not sure I can go through with this!" I smiled and listened to his detailed story (this is where I will spare you the details, but let me tell you . . .they are good). I made sure not to blurt out any comments such as "oh, deal with it" because I'm just darn happy that he's finally agreed to go ahead with the procedure. Instead, I thought of all those horrible moments in the gynecologist's office, starting when I was only a teenager. Then there's all the times I've had the wonderful opportunity to lie on a table while pregnant and let the doctor have at me. I know full well how uncomfortable it is, but seriously . . .these men . . .give me a break. I've promised Ryan some major pampering on the day (and many days after. Geez.) of the procedure, such as renting the whole video store, not complaining once when he watches every football game ever played (good old satellite that makes it possible to not only watch the current sports, but all those "classic" games), spend my days and nights cooking delicous meals and treats on demand, and basically be at his beck-and-call. Sure, I'll do that for him if it means that I don't have to keep worrying that Heavenly Father will find it amusing to bless me with another 6 pound miracle. But wait a minute - I don't remember this kind of pampering when I endured . . .let's count . . .9 months x 4 = 3 full years being pregnant, and that doesn't include any of the wonderful days of engorged breasts, yearly intrusive visits and the monthly reminder that I am indeed a woman. But, I'm grateful for my husband's "bravery" today none the less.

3 comments:

Mere said...

How in the world did you convince him to do it?!?! I've tried to convince Brian, but since he says the fertility issues are mine, I have to do something to fix them. :( I know he's just scared of it. Men...such babies!

H said...

That is quite possibly the funniest post I have read in a LONG time! Oh how I could empathize with the "cost" of being a woman. I am very proud of Ryan too - now if I could get my own chicken of a husband to commit to such an event I think we could have a party! Oh wait - that just gave me the best idea! If they do it at the same time we could promise them an anniversary gift every year! HA! Yeah - Graigg isn't quite as brave as Ryan...yet...

Mindi B said...

So, I actually laughed out loud while I read this post! And, of course, my husband was right next to me so I had to have him read it - we both thought it was hilarious. We are not quite to that point yet, since we both think we're having one more child, but when the time comes, we'll remember the irony of your post! Very funny!