Last week I went and had my IUD removed.
"How long have you had it?" the nurse asked, taking my blood pressure.
"Just over a year."
"Ah, yes," she admitted. "Most patients get them removed within the year, I've found."
"Huh. Interesting," said I, disrobing, before thumbing through the ONLY magazine in the room wtf.
When my doctor finally arrived, I explained to him why I wanted it out.
"So,
basically, my hair's falling out. I have yeast infections, complete
loss of sex drive, pregnancy paranoia caused by having no period, loopy
hormonal weirdness AND to top it all off (puns are ALWAYS intended) IUD strings that poke my husband in
the penis face whenever we have sex, which is seldom to begin with because of the yeah."
"I'm so sorry to hear this. We'll take it out right away, okay?"
He went on to say that IUDs aren't for everyone but "don't discount that everything (besides the penis poking) could be attributed to post-partum hormonal shiftage..."
Which I knew. Because I read all your fantastic comments here and here.
But.
BUT.
"After Archer's birth, I didn't lose hair. My sex drive wasn't affected at all. In fact? By four-weeks post-partum I was a raging sexwanter, breaking the doctor's orders, even after the Episiotomy of Broken Dreams!!!"
"I see. Well? We'll see how it goes!" doc shrugged, yanking out that son-of-a-bitch and dangling it above my head like the devil's mobile.
"Now, then. What will you two crazy kids be using for birth control now that the IUD's no more."
"Uh... condoms?"
"And that's cool with you guys? Your husband doesn't mind?"
"My husband says, and I quote, it will be better than getting stabbed by the "IED" in her "Hurt Locker."
"????????????????????"
"That's what Hal calls my IUD. He's a real word player."
My doctor and I quickly chatted about other options beside condoms, but at the end of the day, I told my doctor, I was quite done with hormonal birth control thankyouverymuch. He understood.
"Vastectomy?"
One again, the answer was no. I'd like to have another child someday, preferably with Hal. And besides that, what if something happened to me and Hal wanted to breed with someone else? Not to mention the fact that dude practically faints at the thought of burning objects anywhere near his balls. Which I totally get. I do. I've had nightmares about getting Lasik ever since my dad came home with those giant Fly-goggles when I was fifteen.
I should have felt relieved leaving the doctor's office but instead? I felt paranoid and insecure.
What if I made the wrong decision? What if condoms aren't enough and I end up pregnant before we're ready?
Twas it a a crime of passion getting the thing pulled???
Maybe hair loss isn't so bad? Hal seems perfectly happy bald!
And not having a sex drive? Eventually that would change!? Maybe. Right?
I sulked for the rest of the day. And then that night? Not twelve hours after getting my Mirena pulled, I started my period. My first period in two years. Five pounds of rolled-up toilet paper in my underwear later, I was sulking once again, doubting myself and my body and my decision. Except this time? I was crampy and wanted chocolate Pinkberry. With mint shavings.
But then? Two days later? A miracle happened:
I woke up horny.
Call it a Placebo Effect. Call it, "How Becca Got Her Groove Back" but there you have it.
And now? On my week anniversary of IUD removal, I'm proud to TMI your asses with a rather exciting fact: I've had sex more in the last three days than I have in the last three months.
Literally.
Of course, it's going to take a minute for my hair to come back, to get used to Tampax and Trojans and period cramps, oh my. But it's a worthwhile trade-off to feeling inept and unfeminine and sexually blah.
In other words? I'd much rather party like it's 1999 than not party at all.
BOOM.
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