Tick, tick, tick...

That's my biological clock ticking. Don't mind it. I've been trying not to.

Currently, I have more than one pregnant friend. It's exciting and bittersweet all at the same time. Exciting for them (and for me, too, because I love to live vicariously through my preggo friends) and bittersweet for me because we're not having anymore children. Don't get me wrong -- I have moments when I catch myself thinking, "Hmm...one more child WOULD be nice." BUT, I quickly snap out of it.

That being said, it's time for me to (once again) start thinking about birth control. Blech. Is it just me or does it always seem like birth control is the woman's issue? I mean, what the hell happened on that October day back in 2003 when Adam was given the "A-OK" by the urologist for a vasectomy?! (He left that building so fast you would have thought it was going to blow up.) Hmph! Needless to say, since he didn't go through with the snip and I was over being on the pill, I took matters into my own hand and settled for an IUC (intra-uterine contraceptive) and in July 2004, just a month after our son's first birthday, my friend - Mirena - was inserted into my baby-maker during a routine visit to my OB/GYN's office.

This July will be mine & the Mirena's 5th anniversary. Five wonderful years of birth control. Five wonderful years of not having to worry about taking a God foresaken pill every morning. Five wonderful years of not temping (not that I have anything against NFP or charting your cycle -- we went that route in order to get pregnant with Aidan). Nearly five PERIOD-FREE years! Yes, don't ask me for a tampon, people, I haven't purchased any Tampax in a long time.

But, five years is the max with Mirena. July 2009 means it's time to re-visit the idea of birth control and figure out what to do. Decisions...decisions...however, I'm not discouraged. I'm not going to push Adam (again) to visit the urologist. I sure as hell am not going to have my tubes tied. I think I'm just going to have this Mirena removed and have another put in it's place...ya know, just in case I really want to be this again one of these days:

Behold, my preggo belly (38 weeks pregnant with Aidan, 2003)