The day has arrived...the day of Mat’s neutering J No more babies for us! In a matter of hours, Mat will be undergoing his vasectomy and I must say, he is surprisingly calm and in high spirits about the whole thing. Mind you, he has spent the day preparing for “being out of action and laid up in bed” as he puts it. He went out this morning and bought one bag of frozen peas and one of corn kernels (I don’t really like the idea of using the ones we actually eat on his manhood) and some snug jocks. He bought about 5 magazines and has set up the hard drive in the bedroom so he can watch movies to his hearts content. The bed has nice clean sheets and the house has been cleared of all toys and tripping hazards, well, until Soph get’s home from Kindy anyway. So, while he appears calm on the outside, the “nesting” instinct is running amok on the inside.
I also have an internal battle going on. On the outside I am being a nice caring, supportive wife but on the inside I am thinking, good God, it’s just a little incision and minor surgery. I had 2 horrible caesareans for goodness sakes and after that I did not get to lie around in bed RESTING with magazines, movies and snacks. Instead I had screaming humans to look after and chew on my nipples to the point of cracking and bleeding. Fun times J lol. Deep breath Kate, disregard the internal dialogue you have going on and just be a supportive nurturing wife. I will just sing the Wizard of Oz song and keep smiling J
With a snip snip here and a snip snip there and a couple of tra la la’s. That’s how we laugh the day away in the merry old land of Oz.
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