It's a reproduction free-for-all!

Here we go! The IUD is out (ouch) and we are ready to start trying. Well, he is ready to start trying, I'm in bed with painful cramping. Could somebody please explain to the man that dry humping does not make babies?

In all seriousness though, the man has been fabulous. He worked from home today just so he could accompany me to the pap smear/IUD removal appointment and is now catering to my every whim between dry humps. He held my hand the whole time and let me squeeze his fingers until he could no longer feel them. He understood when I said I was in no mood to finish the dinner I started making and was happy to have Subway instead. He is now tending the all of the animals including daughter; he really is the bees knees, the cat's pyjamas and the dog's buns all rolled into one.

So, if you've never had an IUD removed, let me tell you that at least, AT LEAST, it is not as bad as having it installed. There's a little cervix dilation (labour), a big, deep breath and a sigh of relief when it's out. It takes about twenty seconds, however, when you combine it with the pap smear, the pelvic exam and the breast check, it seems like an eternity. Especially when one is as ticklish as I am. My poor doctor never knows what to do with me. How many women bust out into uncontrollable laughter when the doctor has his fingers pressed against her breasts or inserted in her vagine? (not a spelling error)

It wasn't all fun and games though, my doc discovered a lump. Yes, the dreaded lump. Two centimetres by four centimetres on the upper right side of my right breast. Huh. I've gotta say I wasn't expecting that. I held back my tears as he told me it was probably nothing but I would have to get it checked anyway. I guess it serves me right for not doing the home exams in the mirror like I've been told to my whole.reproductive.life. Now we wait. We wait for the mammogram appointment. We wait for the results. We wait. We wait. We wait....

Still ferocious!