Husband and I finally sat down last weekend and discussed “the plan”. Sure, we’ve both had our fair share of baby fever over the past few months, but we realize that while we would love to have another kid one day, now is not the time. Not only would it be financially irresponsible of us—two kids in day care would kill our meager budget—but there are so many other things we want to do in the next few years.
We need to pay down some debt (the first kid wasn’t cheap to have, and other bills need to be addressed), and maybe, eventually do some renovations on the house. But most of all, we’d like to enjoy the kid we have. We decided to discuss another kid in two or three years. Kid #1 would be in kindergarten, and the age gap doesn’t bother us at all (though most would disagree with us).
Confident in our decision, and happy about our little life plan, we did what any ecstatic couple would do. We “celebrated”.
And of course, what should happen through said celebration? Our birth control failed.
Being the sensitive soul that I am, my body can’t tolerate most birth control. I tried the pill a few years ago, and it just put my body into a tailspin. We had relied on condoms since then… until “old reliable” became “Mr. Malfunction.”
Husband immediately suggested Plan B. He’s been paying attention to the radio commercials, I guess. Okay, sure, why not? It’s just going to do the job the condom couldn’t do for us.
I didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. I googled the closest pharmacy, and was their first customer Monday morning. $40 later, we had our piece of mind. Our plans were back on track, and I decided to look into yet another more permanent BC solution. No big deal, right?
See, Plan B is an INTENSELY strong dose of hormones—it’s practically equivalent to a month’s worth of birth control, in two tiny pills.
By Monday evening, I was feeling a little sick. Headache, nausea, dizziness…
Tuesday, I was overwhelmed by the side effects, keeping myself in the fetal position almost all day.
Wednesday, I saw my doctor. It turns out, I’m “allergic” to Plan B. Good to know, right? There’s nothing I can do about it now, other than let it run its course.
I am a blubbering, screaming, crying, hormonal mess. No joke. Husband walked out of the room to pick something up, only to return to find me ugly crying.
I can’t control my emotions, and the icky sicky feeling is just hanging on for what feels like the long haul.
When I started this blog, our sex life was off limits. I mean, our parents read this, for goodness sake! (Hi mom, hi MIL) But this IS a blog about my life, and things that affect me. I have been feeling lonely and isolated all week, without being able to talk about it.
I messaged husband this morning, and told him I needed to blog about it. He was actually surprised I hadn’t done it already. Guess it doesn’t bother him as much as I thought it would.
So there you go. I put it all out there. I’m a mess, and I need my friends to help me through it.
Has anyone else used Plan B? What was your experience with it?
(and remember, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.)