I think I’m done having kids (for now). I’m pretty sure. But I’m not ready to seal the deal yet.
I went to the doctor today to discuss some options with my gynny. I had been on birth control pills for a long time and after having Andrew and getting back on the pill, I started experiencing some depression and other health issues. I stopped the pill and things got a lot better. But, like I said, I’m *pretty sure* I’m done – that *pretty* doesn’t make permanent options an option at all. And the hormones in most birth controls are messing with me so… this is the list:
– Non-hormone IUD.
– Diaphragm with spermicide.
All of those options pretty much suck for one reason or another.
As I leave the office with 18 pounds of pamphlets in my purse, I think, how in the world – in the advanced world of western medicine – is it that there is no birth control for a man?? It seems pretty simple to me. All we need to do is deem the sperm powerless. That’s it.
I can see it now…the next Bourne movie…the Bourne Spermacy. Jason dives in and out of medical research labs to protect Treadstone’s ultra super secret MAN PILL. The one that changes *pretty sure* family’s lives. The one that makes him shoot blanks.
It’s got to be out there: the research, the tests, the data. They know women’s bodies inside and out – and have no problem asking women to risk their health: birth control pills, IUDs, depo shots, diaphragms, tubes tied… And what about the guys? Condom or Vasectomy. Those are the choices. That’s it. BULL HONKEY.
C’mon, Jason. Take back your identity. Take back your life. Bring us all the Man Pill.