After my second late-ish miscarriage, we have decided that that’s all we’re willing to risk to add to our family and decided to move into the phase of life where we aren’t having more babies.
Does that mean he made an appointment? Of course not.
Carry the babies. Birth the babies. Breastfeed the babies, be favored by the babies (not always the blessing it sounds like it would be), miscarry the babies. And now… get painful, hormonally damaging, two week long period causing birth control shoved into my arm.
The only reason toilet paper is free and widely available is because men shit.
I’m sick of being a second class citizen even in my own marriage.
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