Jake has scheduled the appointment. The vasectomy train has left the station.
We’re all so very different, girls. I know several of you who were devastated to see your spouse go in for the procedure. Your reason? No more pregnancy, no more babies. Finality.
I, on the other hand, am perfectly happy to let Jake get snipped. My reason? No more pregnancy, no more babies. Finality.
This is not an impulsive decision – I assure those of you who want to jump down our throats for acting too soon, or for acting whilst in the throes of newbornhood. Jake and I both grew up in families of four. It’s what we know. It’s also impossible to picture where another child would sleep in our little cottage. Or where the money would come from to clothe them. Or where the sanity would come from to parent them.
So we’re throwing in the towel, and we’re beyond excited to stop here. Because seriously, how cute is this little bunch? Best to stop while we’re ahead.