on birth control

Talking about birth control and other potentially uncomfortable things! YAY!

Today was violation day.

Took 2 fricken hours, and once travel time was included, it added up to 3 hours that I had to take off work. But it's ok. Because I got some anti-baby-making stuff. And, you know, got a pap smear and a surprisingly pleasant breast exam. Seriously, for a guy, he was totally non-man-handle-y.

Let's add "enjoying the breast exam at the gyno" to the list of reasons why Chris should come home now. (lol)

So birth control.

I decided I want to try the IUD, since I really dislike taking the pill- and its side effects. Set it and forget it is my kinda game. The long-term cost is cheaper, too. After reviewing all of the various birth control methods out there, I want to give it a shot.

The doctor started out by saying that there are two types of doctors: Ones that will give an IUD to a woman who hasn't had children, and those who will not- because of the unlikely scenario that it can affect fertility.

I asked him which one he was.

He said that if I desperately wanted children, he wouldn't do it. If I was iffy or didn't want children, he had no problem with it.
Sweeet. I'm all for sticking that thing up there and moving right along.

So then we discussed options. Hormones vs copper. He insisted that the hormones coating the IUD won't be nearly as side-effecty-y as the pill. So I agreed on that one. Plus, you stop having your period. Um, hell yes.

But... there's a whole rigmarole (I totally had to look that word up to spell it correctly) of things surrounding the actual "getting it and getting it inserted" procedure. So it will take several weeks, some insurance company crap, plus an extra month after it's inserted before it's considered effective birth control. Which kinda passes right by my window of sexual activity when Chris will be home. Herm.

While in my gown waiting for the doctor to come back in and get it over with, I spotted something on the counter that looked a lot like this:

Holy crap is that actual size? Is my uterus really that small? Is the IUD really that big? It takes up the whole thing?? I thought it was this tiny thing that just like sat at the entrance and... I dunno, magically prevented pregnancy. Mind boggled for a second.

Before I left he also gave me some pills to take as a backup method. Ugh. Not too thrilled about that, but if it keeps me from getting knocked up then I suppose they're ok.

I wish there were some switch on our bodies that we could flip when we're ready to procreate- and until then you can have sex and all you have to worry about is STDs.

I mean, hormone pills, foreign materials in the uterus, implants, rings, barriers, creams... sheesh. It's a little Brave New World when you think about it. I just need my contraceptive belt and I'm good to go!

I'm also torn between waiting to get the IUD until I'm actually having sex on a regular basis. It seems a little pointless to get it and not really need it for another few years.

However, the thing that keeps taking me back to the "get it" side is the peace of mind that I get from the effectiveness-- versus something temporary and less effective like condoms. It's very reassuring, even if it's used infrequently. It only takes one busted condom or a couple missed pills to make a baby.
I'd rather have my uterus be a practically impenetrable fortress of IUD than have a Surprise! The condom broke! or a Ha! You didn't take your pills at exactly the right time! pregnancy.

Anyway, we'll see how this all pans out.

bumblebee happenings

Man. Going out on Friday nights after work is hard. I didn't even need to drink- as Missy so tipsily put it in the bathroom line, I was more 'punch-drunk' than anything. But I had a great time.

Attended the HMNS' spin on mixers and elixirs: Spirits & Skeletons.

It was a people-watching smorgasbord. Fantastic costumes. Beetlejuice, Ted Mosby, a Super Trooper cop complete with bottle of syrup, Duffman, an amazing zebra, PanAm stewardesses and a pilot, asian guy dressing up as the kid from UP (complete with balloons), two very good oompa loompas, the mayhem guy... the list goes on.

Good music, the place was freaking packed, and the crowd was very energetic and friendly. I was beyond amused at how big of a hit Akhtar's sunflower costume was.

AND, AND- I got "damned." We were walking through the crowd when Missy goes,
"Jacobi! You just got Damned!" And I was all,
"What?" And she goes,
"You walked by and this guy looked at you and went, "Damn!"
Niiice. No, really. I don't get hit on very often, except from the two guys at work. This particular guy must have had a thing for not-that-slutty bumblebees with glasses.



On the slutty note, not that many girls were slutted out- only a couple that I saw that were a little too skimpy- but they had the bodies for it, so... eh.

The dark side of the moon show at the planetarium was overrated. You could get a similar effect from that feature on windows media player. I fell asleep.

Then when I got home, I was hungry but more tired so I crashed into bed and dreamed of owning a restaurant where my assistants refused to peel potatoes. Then I woke up to a text message from Ashley and a cat sitting on my belly. And after talking to her (Ashley, not the cat) I realized I was starving, so I got up.

And also, the wonder cat is limping around here like she's milking it. Her paw is not swollen so I'm thinking she just jumped off something wrong. And she's also got a mysterious new bald spot right above her eye. Oy, cat.

crappity

Bummed out about some stuff that happened at work today. And anxious and worried. And bummed.

Gotta get a good night's sleep. I haven't slept well all week and I'm feeling like it.

Just not a very good day, today.

perspective

I am happy.
& I have so much to be thankful for.

simple saturday

Farmer's market: buckets o' squash and green beans. Buyer's remorse for not getting the zucchini as well. Local(ish) honey.

Large pot of coffee brewing.
Not sure if my aspirations include cooking... pumpkin muffins with spiced buttercream frosting... chewy molasses cookies... something with the vegetables and mint and basil and rosemary olive oil and pecan balsamic vinegar... or if they include crawling back to join the kitty in bed for a while.

crazy

Ok there were like 5 pregnant announcements on my google reader today. People like to procreate on the blog-world, I guess. In other news, I just got my period. About 5 days late, which would normally have me terrified, but that's the thing about not having sex- you absolutely don't get pregnant. I think it's trying to sync up with my coworkers' cycles. Joy.

Anyway, I officially work with yet another lunatic. Without getting into the whole long detailed story, it's a phlebotomist who I see in the mornings. She's always late, but lately she's been like 3 hours late. Which would get someone fired in any normal workplace, but nooooo not here. Anyway, her late-ness makes my job infinitely harder, which has me majorly stressed.

Today, she just randomly busted out that she's a victim of kidnapping. No elaboration, just that she was kidnapped. Then, while she should have been drawing patients, I had to listen to how everyone is out to get her. Everyone is purposely trying to make her look bad so that she will get fired- including the nurses and our own employees. And I'm thinking, "Get your ass back out there and do your job so I can do mine!"
All day long with her random drama and accusations and spouting out the strangest shit.

Myself and everyone else who has seen her lately have come to the conclusion that she's on crack.

I dread going into work lately. You just never know what kind of crazy is waiting on the other side of the door. I used to have such productive mornings. Now I just find myself thinking, "Can I just do my job, please???" instead of dodging drama and crazy people, while trying to do my job at the same time.

Anyway, at the moment I'm not at work dodging crazy. I have tea and these and a new issue of Good Housekeeping.

just so

Had every intention of working out this afternoon.

But I accidentally skipped lunch and then I came home hungry to the smell of fabulousness cooking in the kitchen. So mom made me a plate and I obliged.

Now I'm going to sit on the couch with my round happy belly and watch the rest of Limitless.
(I tried to watch it yesterday but the power kept going out and eventually I just gave up.)