A little while ago, I asked my girlfriend of 7+ months to stay at my house for a week, instead of just sleeping over during the weekend as she usually does. I thought it would be a good way to see what things would be like if she were eventually to move in but without actually moving her in, etc.
So she shows up on Friday with a big bag of stuff. We're happy to see each other as we always are, we have fun that night, and I ask her at some point during the evening when she's going to get her period. She replied that it will be coming up during the weekend, most likely on Sunday, since her period has come as regular as clockwork since she started the pill back in April. The rest of Saturday and Sunday pass relatively uneventfully, and it's not until she comes home on Monday night that she reveals how shaken she is by the fact that her period has not arrived yet. So what, I say, women's periods vary by a couple days all the time, right? Yeah, she says, but I've been right on day #21 for months now...and I took my first pill late this month because I got to the pharmacy five minutes after they closed, couldn't pick up my next pack until the next morning, and then promptly forgot about it.
Oh, shit.
Needless to say, we both freaked the hell out. She's still an undergrad (graduating this semester) and a while ago was talking to me about her plans to get her PhD and become an English professor, and I've got plans of my own that a baby would most definitely FUBAR, so this situation was definitely not a good thing.
Since a few days after a missed period is essentially too soon to take a home pregancy test, we were basically stuck waiting around to see if she would get her period, and it refused to cooperate - even when it did show up it quickly went away again, which only served to freak us out more as it could have been a symptom of pregnancy called implantation bleeding. After a week of being scared out of our wits, she finally got into her doctor's office for a blood test yesterday, and this morning, called to get her results:
Negative. PHEW!
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So, even though all's well that ends well, this past week was quite the suck. We both spent an inordinate amount of time blaming ourselves, feeling incredibly stupid, and generally being on an emotional rollercoaster that nearly made us both puke.
We also had all the typical, After-School Special conversations you'd expect - "I never thought this could happen to me", "What are our parents/friends going to think", "what in hell are we going to do", yadda yadda yadda. There was one conversation, however, we had that stands out in my mind, and is actually the reason why I'm writing this post.
We were lying in bed on Wednesday night, during a fresh bout of freaking out, and discussing the whole abortion issue. (Before she met me, my GF thought she was pro-life, but conversations we've had coupled with the events of the past week have left her staunchly pro-choice. Her parents, however, are pro-life, and I shudder to think what would have happened had she actually been pregnant and decided to abort.) Anyway, at one point after I told her the decision was ultimately up to her, she said, "Yeah, but you're 'population control, Americans are wastes of resources, don't have kids' guy", to which I replied, "If I really believed that, I would have gotten a vasectomy by now."
That was the statement that gave me pause, mainly because it was entirely true and I hadn't realized it yet. Sure, I may think those sorts of things and debate that positon in conversation, but if I really truly believed it with every fiber of my being, I would have two severed vas deferens. Which then made me ask myself - why <i>haven't</i> I gotten a vasectomy? What good reason do I possibly have to want biological children of my own?
The arguments for sterilization are admittely compelling. It's safe, cheap, and effective, there would be no more worries about pregnancy as a result of recreational sex (which is a MASSIVE peace of mind boost), and if I ever do in fact want to start a family, I can *adopt* a child, which would actually improve the lives of many people in one shot and be a benefit to society. Sounds like a win-win, doesn't it?
And on the contrary, when I turn around and look at the alternative, the only reasons I can find to back up that position are arrogance, selfishness, and brainwashing. I mean, I spent a majority of my life having fantasies and daydreams about being a father, basically inspired by all those adults telling me about when I "grow up, get married and have kids"; I feel like I would conceivably want biological children solely to see my genes/family name passed on; and I feel since I am of above-average intelligence, it would be better to have my own kid than raise someone else's - yet paradoxically, how smart can I be if these are the sorts of arguments that are swaying me?
So there you have it. I'm conflicted between the obvious logical benefits that sterilization would provide and the instinctual emotions that keep screaming at me to not cut off the possibility of my own children. You guys are my peers, and I respect your opinions. What do you all think?
So she shows up on Friday with a big bag of stuff. We're happy to see each other as we always are, we have fun that night, and I ask her at some point during the evening when she's going to get her period. She replied that it will be coming up during the weekend, most likely on Sunday, since her period has come as regular as clockwork since she started the pill back in April. The rest of Saturday and Sunday pass relatively uneventfully, and it's not until she comes home on Monday night that she reveals how shaken she is by the fact that her period has not arrived yet. So what, I say, women's periods vary by a couple days all the time, right? Yeah, she says, but I've been right on day #21 for months now...and I took my first pill late this month because I got to the pharmacy five minutes after they closed, couldn't pick up my next pack until the next morning, and then promptly forgot about it.
Oh, shit.
Needless to say, we both freaked the hell out. She's still an undergrad (graduating this semester) and a while ago was talking to me about her plans to get her PhD and become an English professor, and I've got plans of my own that a baby would most definitely FUBAR, so this situation was definitely not a good thing.
Since a few days after a missed period is essentially too soon to take a home pregancy test, we were basically stuck waiting around to see if she would get her period, and it refused to cooperate - even when it did show up it quickly went away again, which only served to freak us out more as it could have been a symptom of pregnancy called implantation bleeding. After a week of being scared out of our wits, she finally got into her doctor's office for a blood test yesterday, and this morning, called to get her results:
Negative. PHEW!
<hr>
So, even though all's well that ends well, this past week was quite the suck. We both spent an inordinate amount of time blaming ourselves, feeling incredibly stupid, and generally being on an emotional rollercoaster that nearly made us both puke.
We also had all the typical, After-School Special conversations you'd expect - "I never thought this could happen to me", "What are our parents/friends going to think", "what in hell are we going to do", yadda yadda yadda. There was one conversation, however, we had that stands out in my mind, and is actually the reason why I'm writing this post.
We were lying in bed on Wednesday night, during a fresh bout of freaking out, and discussing the whole abortion issue. (Before she met me, my GF thought she was pro-life, but conversations we've had coupled with the events of the past week have left her staunchly pro-choice. Her parents, however, are pro-life, and I shudder to think what would have happened had she actually been pregnant and decided to abort.) Anyway, at one point after I told her the decision was ultimately up to her, she said, "Yeah, but you're 'population control, Americans are wastes of resources, don't have kids' guy", to which I replied, "If I really believed that, I would have gotten a vasectomy by now."
That was the statement that gave me pause, mainly because it was entirely true and I hadn't realized it yet. Sure, I may think those sorts of things and debate that positon in conversation, but if I really truly believed it with every fiber of my being, I would have two severed vas deferens. Which then made me ask myself - why <i>haven't</i> I gotten a vasectomy? What good reason do I possibly have to want biological children of my own?
The arguments for sterilization are admittely compelling. It's safe, cheap, and effective, there would be no more worries about pregnancy as a result of recreational sex (which is a MASSIVE peace of mind boost), and if I ever do in fact want to start a family, I can *adopt* a child, which would actually improve the lives of many people in one shot and be a benefit to society. Sounds like a win-win, doesn't it?
And on the contrary, when I turn around and look at the alternative, the only reasons I can find to back up that position are arrogance, selfishness, and brainwashing. I mean, I spent a majority of my life having fantasies and daydreams about being a father, basically inspired by all those adults telling me about when I "grow up, get married and have kids"; I feel like I would conceivably want biological children solely to see my genes/family name passed on; and I feel since I am of above-average intelligence, it would be better to have my own kid than raise someone else's - yet paradoxically, how smart can I be if these are the sorts of arguments that are swaying me?
So there you have it. I'm conflicted between the obvious logical benefits that sterilization would provide and the instinctual emotions that keep screaming at me to not cut off the possibility of my own children. You guys are my peers, and I respect your opinions. What do you all think?
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