Condoms are gross. And not sexy. And gross. Did I mention gross?
The pill, ugh, don’t get me started. It made me bloated, and want Cheetos (also gross). Besides, 99% effective - uh, not quite.
So says mommy of twins conceived whilst taking the pill. Every day. At the same time. Without fail.
For Pete’s sake, the side effects SUCK, and it didn’t even work. Why bother?
Oddly, even without being Catholic, or christian (having both been atheist, actually) my husband and I both agreed we would never be sterilized. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, as to why it bothered him, but he did say ‘I married YOU. I married ALL of you. If you had your tubes tied, it would be like you got broken.’

As for me, my reason was a little, well, darker. This probably sounds crazy, but, I thought, if I died, and my husband was fortunate enough to meet someone as FREAKING AWESOME as me (highly unlikely of course!

) I think it would be a tragedy if he couldn’t grow his family anymore, y’know? All because of a decision a dead woman had made. Does that make sense? I know, it’s weird. I don’t really expect anyone to agree with it, but since my husband and I are both so young, I thought, if he were to meet a woman his own age, she might want to experience children throughout their WHOLE lives, not just the kids her husband already came with. I thought it would be selfish of me to want him to get a vasectomy.

I know, I know, it’s very odd.
Interestingly, since our twins were conceived while on the pill, sex has always been pretty terrifying. I mean, as much as people THINK they can control when babies come, they can’t. So, for us, being ‘open to life in the marital act’ was actually the easy part! We ALREADY knew that every time we had sex there was the chance of creating a new life (or a couple of new lives) so sex was, and still is, pretty scary, because
sex = babies. All the time. I don’t care what a pill manufacturer says.
I am, apparently, incredibly fertile.
NFP actually worked like a champ for two years, then we decided we wanted another kid (I blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-lcohol) and I stopped charting and people I KID YOU NOT I was pregnant within a week. A FREAKING WEEK.

And of course it’s twins, again. Maybe one day I’ll have A baby. Like, just the one. That would be new, and novel. Blarg!
In case anyone was worried about repopulating the world after a nuclear war, rest your fears. These ovaries have GOT IT COVERED! We’ll be back to 6 billion in a blink!