I've been hemming and hawing for over a year now, but the UTI and the "oh shit I'm pregnant no wait maybe that's ovulation oh no maybe not let's spend $400 in pregnancy tests" kind of got to me.
Last year, I was angry that my husband would not get a vasectomy. So I decided that on priciple, I would not get an IUD.
Now don't get me wrong. I still find it completely and utterly ridiculous, but now I can be angry AND safe. I figured the "I'll show you and your fear of the knife-less snip with my gigantic pregnant belly" wasn't exactly the look I was going for, so I bit the bullet and got the IUD.
The Paraguard. The copper one. The one that makes you bleed like your insides have been cut out.
Or so I hear.
But hey, at least it doesn't have the crazy juice that makes your hair fall out and gives you acne!
My husband decided to take the older three kids up to Canada this week to ski, and instead of going along and leaving poor passportless Bridget with my in-laws for a week, I figured I'd stay home and enjoy two hours at the midwife's office.
I got a two-fer: Annual + IUD, which by the way isn't covered by insurance so MERRY CHRISTMAS KRISTEN!
Well that and it's crazy time at work for me HAVE YOU SEEN OUR PRETTY HOLIDAY GIFT GUIDE?
If you only knew all the work and sweat and emails (huge props to Liz, Julie, and Kari, or just hugs - are we still using props?) that went into that puppy but it's awesome and go look to see what category is my favorite I'm sure you can guess and we're giving away $1800 in prizes. HOLY SHIT!
But yes, I got the IUD and while I wouldn't call it a ball of laughs to have someone poke your cervix, and do the "oh oops your cervix just doesn't want to stay still" at least there will be no more babies in my immediate future.
And even better, I got to chat with my midwife about the two crazy weeks, which apparently happens to most women in their 30s, and is really unavoidable and really only made more bearable with exercise and maybe drugs.
I should have just asked her to slap me in the face a few times because that might have felt better.
Since I'm already exercising and still a raging lunatic for two weeks out of the month (but yay, according to Twitter and Facebook I am not alone), I decided to accept her offer for a Wellbutrin prescription based on experiences of others.
Yes, I realize it's all personal, so feel free to tell me how much you hated Wellbutrin and it turned you into a crazed vampire, but in my informal poll, it won. She also said I might lose weight and might even be happier as opposed to just regular and sure, I'll take some happy right now.
She also said I might try to take it only half of the month, which I hear many people are doing, not necessarily with Wellbutrin but with other low dose anti-depressants.
Either way, I will report back on my bloody massacres of periods and my mood swings. I know you'll be waiting anxiously to hear ALL ABOUT IT.
Feel free to tell me how much you hate your IUD and how crazy Wellbutrin makes you in the comments. But don't be mad if I read them with my eyes closed.