There's that magical moment when dating someone that you discover that perhaps things are progressing to the next level and that maybe now is the time to have the "talk". You know the one.... "do you have cooties?" "do we now only sleep with each other?" "what do we do about not getting preggers" etc. This particular time in a budding relationship is nerve racking, exciting, makes you kind of want to barf a little, makes you feel a bit vulnerable, yet it needs to be talked about.
After you have the "talk" and you're both on the same page (and possibly with paperwork showing a clean bill of health), you then move on to the "what can we do about not getting pregnant" which really translates to the guy meaning "hey baby, I don't want to wear a condom anymore and the pullout isn't always effective, so what are you going to do to ensure we don't get prego". Ok, it's not just the guy thinking that, but for the purpose of this blog, the guy is responsible. :)
There are many different types of birth control out there, but one thing I do know is I'm not ever going on the pill again. I was on the pill for close to 18 years and I have to say I've never felt better then the day I went off of it. It's been a couple of years and I can say with all honesty: NEVER AGAIN. So for me, any kind of birth control that involves hormones is out for me. The other options are all invasive so in my mind the next best option would be a diaphragm. Up until recently they've only been available in the latex form but now they have silicon (yay!) which makes me happy because latex and I don't get along.
I made an appointment with my doctor to discuss the various options of birth control and her thoughts about getting a silicon diaphragm. I arrived feeling confident with my wealth of knowledge on the various types of birth control after spending some good quality time with Wikipedia. We discussed the various options and decided that indeed the diaphragm would best suit me. I was feeling good until she said "Ok, here's a gown, I'll give you a couple of minutes to get undressed". My heart started to race and I quietly asked "why?". "You have to be properly fitted for a diaphragm." She handed me the gown and left.
I panicked. I wasn't prepared to hop up on the bed, feet in the stirrups and have my doctor "measure" me. I contemplated running but thought better of it. So she measured. It wasn't as bad as I had thought it was going to be so that was good. She gave me a prescription and off I went. It took a couple of days to get it because it was silicon and had to be specially ordered. It was also expensive, $80! But that's ok. The hardest part was trying to find the spermicide to go with it. I pounded the pavement going from drug store to drug store but alas, I could only find the foam. That would have to do.
I got home and ripped open the box to see what my new purchase looked like. HOLY CRAP THAT'S SUPPOSE TO GO IN ME???!!!! I wasn't expecting it to be so freakin' big looking. Very daunting. So I read the instructions and it said to practice taking it in and out. It sat in it's box for about two weeks, I was too chicken.
After finding new confidence and thinking that I'm a pro, it was time. However, me being me, I insisted that we don't "use" it quite yet because me feeling confident and it actually being done properly are two different things. I thought everything went well until it was time to take it out......I couldn't get it out. My worst fear emerged. It wouldn't freakin' come out! Again, I panicked. I was alone and freaking out and wishing that Christine lived a few blocks away. I went home and contemplated what to do. I finally gave in and had to make a doctors appointment to get it out. My doctor laughed and said no problem, she does this everyday (us newbies I guess). Needless to say it's back in it's box and will stay there for another few weeks or until I find new confidence again.
Of course me being me I've told just about everyone I know because I do think it's kind of funny and every guys response is the same: "Jesus, glad I'm a guy". Yup, guys really don't have any idea.
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