Some good news and some bad news.
First, the bad: the Flames are out of the playoffs and they’ll probably play the backup at the last game on Saturday, so they Flames have basically pulled their goalie for the season. Given how crappy the season started, they finished strong – Kipper’s tied for most wins as a Flames goalie, Iggy got his 1000th point and 40 goals this season. My beloved Bourque stayed pretty and tied his records for goals. (We’ll over look his +/-, because ouch.) Try harder next year, boys.
Second, the good: I too have pulled the goalie. And can I just say that there’s some strange inverse math here. IUD: really very painful and unpleasant going in, no problem at all going out. Babies: fun ‘getting them in there’ and I hear that it’s really super very painful and unpleasant going out.
So. Um. EEEeEEEeeeEkk!
We’re at the point where the when has gone from a future problem, to a near future problem, to last night’s discussion, which was measured in weeks. We decided that pulling the IUD in two weeks was just too soon, and pushed it off at least another month. I mean, in April I have this awesome “Cops and Robbers” stagette to go to – it’s for one of his innumerable cousins, and promises to be amazing! And I’m gonna have to be drunk to wear horizontal stripes.
So. It boiled down to even super keen David been like, eep, not yet. He’s more ready than I am, so I’m pleased that we both thought another month or two of stalling would be good. Because, after all, I control the universe with my mind, and clearly will get pregnant the first second I’m not using birth control. Isn’t that what we all learned in sex ed in grade 7? Sex= babies. Oh, sure, I’ve read the books. I know when I ovulate and I read a 700 page book about cervical fluid, and so on. But still, there will be part of me that will be surprised when it doesn’t happen on my exact schedule. Oh well – I hear the trying’s fun, right? 🙂
It’s a good thing. Over Christmas, we wrote a very long list called Getting Shit Done 2011. Like New Year’s resolutions, but more practical. Like: get RRSPs (check!), write will (no), put together Europe vacation pictures (started), re-seal tile in bathroom (I’m still high from doing this last weekend)… We’ve only done a little from the list, most of which I’ve already forgotten about. It was compiled as a sort of pre-baby checklist. Because I like lists. And I really like the illusion of control. I’ll let you know how *that* goes…