If you’ve been reading me for any length of time, it’s no secret that Ash and I are attempting to create another little monster, much like Elliot. (On most days this seems like a great idea. On some, I curl up into a ball and cry, “Two? I can’t handle two!!) The last time, I was off the pill a mere week before Elliot was conceived. I know, I’m a modern miracle. But since I have been off it for about six months this time, I have had the chance to notice the differences. Here’s a list of the goods and bads of being off of it.
Pro: I don’t have to remember to take it. Though, it was never that hard for me in the first place. I just set an alarm on my phone. What would we do without cell phones though, you know?
Con: My random outbreaks of acne are not as in check. It doesn’t happen often but when I was taking it, I never really had any. Now, every month I get some. Blah. I’m not 13 anymore!
Pro: (Warning: TMI realm approaching) Birth control tends to suppress your, uh, sexual appetite. I really used to notice this and it was frustrating and sad. Now off it, well, let’s just say that’s not a problem anymore and it’s official that once we have the second kid, Ash will be getting a vasectomy and we’ll say goodbye to birth control forever. In some ways, I am actually kind of thankful for this.
Con: I guess this is a stretch but being off gives you this subconscious idea that you will indeed get pregnant. And since that has not happened, it’s been disappointing.
Pro: I save ten bucks a month. This is obviously reassigned to more necessary things, like vanilla lattes and comics.
I guess there weren’t as many as I thought. Maybe I am just trying to say, in a round about way, that the progress of our household becoming 4 instead of 3 is sort of a stand-still and I am getting, well, not annoyed but almost lackadaisical about it. I’m wondering why the fates have seen fit to put it off this long; are Elliot and this baby meant to be even further apart than I had hoped/imagined? Perhaps that’s going to end up being better/easier? Whatever the case, I guess I’ll need to just learn to accept it as it is. And stop worrying so damn much.