It’s Finally Done!

Y’all, yesterday was my surgery, and it was nothing like I thought. Either my very experienced doctor knew what she was doing, or the staff was amazing and so supportive. The anesthesiologist was the only male, and he was really quiet. When I’m nervous, I joke around, so I said something like, “Fuck them kids,” and he didn’t think it was funny, but the ladies did. They understood why I was making this decision. I don’t want any man, period, making decisions about my body and forcing me to have a baby. He might have just been really quiet and introverted, not knowing how to respond to my bluntness.

Keep in mind, I’m very extroverted, blunt, and I curse all the time. I say what’s on my mind and I don’t let racism, homophobia, or misogynistic attitudes slide in front of me. I will point it out, even if it means losing my job over it. At the end of the day, it will be worth it, and I will sue the hell out of whoever fires me over it.

Anyways, yes, yesterday I got my tubes yeeted out! My boyfriend, who has a vasectomy, has been by my side. As for the gas everyone has been talking about where is it? Honestly, my incisions are sore and swollen, but the anesthesia felt great. My boyfriend has been a great nurse, and on Monday (a few days from now), I’m picking up my tubes to set them in resin! My doctor thinks it’s great that I want to keep them, and she will be showing me pictures of my insides, which I think is wonderful! I have no regrets. I’m still sore and have been sleeping a lot. I need to poop and am afraid of that. My insurance didn’t cover the stool softener, but my man went out in the snow to pick up some over the counter stuff.

Now, keep in mind, my man has a vasectomy. I’m doing this because if he were to die and I got back into the dating pool, and birth control isn’t an option, I wouldn’t have to worry about either one. Sadly, I do not trust the felon in office. I wasn’t going to do this surgery at all, but when I woke up and found out he won, I scheduled the surgery because we just don’t know what the future holds.

But it’s done! I feel like a woman who has a choice. If I change my mind, I can still get pregnant, but on my own terms. I don’t want kids; there will never be an “oops.” I have gotten pregnant while on birth control before; I’m a victim of an IUD falling and chilling on my cervix, which led to a pregnancy. I was a responsible adult, and when birth control failed, I had an abortion, which wasn’t fun. I had one at 5 weeks, just one day after missing my period, and I’m not going through that again. Now that the felon is in office, who knows if that option will be available or any kind of birth control will be, considering the way our states are changing laws against us women?

No man should be setting laws on women’s bodies, but here we are.

Now, I don’t have to worry about any of this at all. I’m still going to protest, support women, and stand up against misogynistic people and ignorance. I don’t have to worry, but I’m here for women and the right to choose! I don’t think women should get tubal ligations, but I do believe women should have the ability to choose what they want to do with their bodies. But here we are.

No regrets just a ton of relief!