Wednesday, July 9, 2008
So last night myself and the husband had a bit of a discussion regarding contraception. After a bit of (pause for word search and consideration - feck it:) rumpy-pumpy (hee!) we agreed that regarding several more decades of shagging, the stakes are now higher as we have had our happy complement of children, being blessed with a girl and boy child and having failed to make our fortune thus far.
Plus we're wrecked and ageing unnaturally rapidly :)
And for any other reasons, just read over the first year of this blog.
We came to a swift conclusion. The husband immediately asserted his complete lack of interest in vasectomy, and I'm on that page too - not something I'd ask anyone to do (along with waxing :) or be particularly comfortable with. I've never been on the pill in my life and don't intend to do it now. The coil I haven't thought about, though it doesn't particularly appeal to me.
So the long an the short of it is that we'll carry on using condoms, as I've done since the tender age of 15. It's worked for 15 years of our relationship, bar the time we didn't use one and had a baby - but hey, I'm over that now and I've learned my lesson :)
I know they have a high failure rate compared to other things, but that does include silly people (ahem) who use them as their main contraceptive method, and sometimes don't and get pregnant. We're happy with them. Unlike a lot of men, the husband has no problem with them. They don't do anything to you, they don't require insertion, they save on mess, and if ever you find yourself in dire need, you have a water balloon handy. Hurrah!
However, I woke up this morning having had an extremely vivid dream that I was pregnant. My son was walking and talking and had a full set of teeth but still too small to be doing those things. I was hanging out in Russell Brand's apartment, and also climbing stairs in a department store. And my neighbour was offering me a job selling charity scratch cards (oh dear).
But it was really very clear. I know it's because I have an aquaintance in this position, so it's on my mind. But still. Unnerving!
As a related aside, since my teens I've had frequent, realistic pregnancy, labour and baby dreams. Apparently these symbolise the projects that you're working on, and your creative self. It makes sense, really. I haven't had any since early in the pregnancy, so I suppose I was due one.
Hmm, messy. In case you've got this far none the wiser, this was meant to be a post about dreaming I was pregnant.