I recently had the following conversation with my dad. He was asking me about how things were going on the finally-getting-him-a-grandkid front and wanted to know about the, er, process as far as the surgery and the PCOS and everything.
Me: blah blah a year after surgery blah blah OBGYN said to go off birth control and use an alternate method for a month.
Dad: Alternate method? What's that?
Me: Non-hormonal.
Dad: What do you mean?
Me: *leading* Something different from the pill that doesn't use hormones...
Dad: ...
Me: CONDOMS, Dad. *headdesk*
Dad: Oh! Right.
God love him. And please don't make me ever have to say "condoms" to my dad again.
In related news, you may be pleased to know that I have finally gotten my period. Only 17 days late! Oh body, how I curse your wackiness. In similar related news, WHY IS EVERYONE PREGNANT BUT ME? We just got back from my friend Erin's daughter Georgia's first birthday party. Erin is due with her second on October 8. My friend Sarah is due with her second on November 3. And my friend Cherie is due with her third in like a month. This is like when you buy a new car and suddenly realize that everybody else has that same car. SIGH.
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