We are well into our second pregnancy. 33 weeks tomorrow, to be exact. Since day one that we found out, Jeff has adamantly stated that he is going to get fixed. Vasectomy. The ol' snipperoo. Made unable to reproduce again. Which is fine by me because I know I'M not having any invasive surgery! I've got enough going on in my yonder regions! I should say I WAS fine with the idea. But the more and more I've thought about it, the more it bothers me. We were fine not getting pregnant, until we wanted to and tried, so why can't we just go back to our old methods? It's not that I'm trying to have a brood of children--2 is a great number. I should be rejoicing in the fact that we won't have to worry about being safe and there won't be any unexpected surprises. But I feel as though something is being taken away. Perhaps because it's not my decision? It's his body and I ultimately have no control over it. Damn! I just can't shake the bothersome feeling. I know that it can be reversed, but let's be honest--we aren't paying for that! Once it's done, it's done! Though, I probably shouldn't be fretting too much. He's yet to even look into it, let alone make an appointment.