Yes, it's been awhile...and again, a long month or two between posts. So much has come to pass, I don't know where to start. Where did I leave off? OH...I moved.

Well, that's going fine and dandy. I like the new house, though I have to admit that I do NOT like the no-central-heat-&-air thing. Just something I have to get used to. Window air - ugh. I think the runt has gotten a little more adjusted, though he's out of school now, and doesn't seem to want to get out and play, so meeting the neighborhood kids isn't going as I'd hoped. I suppose he will in time.

Newest news. Let me back up a little...

So in March, I decide that the best thing to do as far as planning goes would be to get some sort of birth control. Makes sense, right? I'm newly divorced, 34, have no desire for more children, and enjoy sex in a monogomous relationship. However, I don't function well with hormone-based birth control methods, don't want to have to fool with remembering something daily or each 'time'. So, it seeemed the IUD was the perfect choice for me. No hormones, no remembering, 98% effective.

Perfect.

Until I realized this thing seemed a bit out of place, so I thought it best to go to the clinic and have the placement checked so I could have it fixed or replaced.

And of course, Murphy's Law came into play. Fixing is impossible. Removal is the only answer, and since this is the 2nd time this has happened (once long before I had been pregnant)
replacement was not a welcome option because inevitibly, it would screw up again.

This is not welcome news. So now I'm still newly divorced, 34, have no desire for more children, enjoy sex in a monogomous relationship, still don't function well with hormone-based birth control methods, and still don't want to have to fool with remembering something daily or each 'time'.

However, no longer does it seem the IUD is the perfect choice for me.

Yes, I know to many of you this is a not-so-important issue, but it's a very important issue for me. So it's seeming more and more like my best option would be a more permenant method of birth control, except I don't want to have surgery.

Now begins the nearly impossible trek of convincing my fella that he really needs a vasectomy. Yes, the road is bleak, the begging endless, but I shall forge through and overcome.

So help me GOD.