Big V
Little v
What begins with V?
Very
Violet
Vinegar
And vasectomy!
(With sincerest apologies to Dr. Suess.)
On Sunday, as we drove to the hospital (yes, we went to the hospital again on Sunday. It’s a long story, but the upshot was that I spent two and a half hours on the monitors and was sent home feeling like the world’s biggest drama queen.) Anyhoo, as we drove to the hospital, Doug said, “Apparently, we’re really having an impact at church.”
“What do you mean?”
“I talked to Adam Carlisle [not his real name] today, and he and Claire have decided not to have a third child because of us.” Doug laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
This is the third couple who’s told me this. The first was a friend who laughingly informed me that she told her husband about our twins on Friday night. On Monday morning, he scheduled his vasectomy – which he’d been putting off for eight months.
The wife of the second couple really wanted another child, but her husband had been sitting on the fence about it for over a year. When they found out we were having twins, he said there was no way in God’s green earth he was having another child who might turn out to be two children. He leaped off the fence and ran as fast as he could to the doctor’s office.
And now the Carlisles.
Ah, yes. My life has become a cautionary tale.
But the real question is: Has Doug ran to the doctor yet?
I had to chuckle at this. It brought back old memories.
Sorry about the itching – I know it can be brutal. I’m sure going to the hospital practically every day may make you feel like a drama queen, but you know you’re doing the best thing for those babies and for you. I look forward to reading of their healthy arrival (and the retreat of the itchies!) And thanks so much for reminding me of the importance of a gratitude list. I needed to read that this week.