Diaper bags. Baby Mum-Mum crackers. Gerber Puffs. Folding the front of the diaper down for the umbilical chord. The Moby wrap.
Oddly enough, I don't want them. I truly think that even if I won the lottery and all my kids died, I wouldn't want to have a new baby. I think I'm done.
I want a hysterectomy.
I'll have to think on it a while. My Mirena is still good for another 3 1/2 years so I have time. But if I'm done using my uterus, why deal with periods at all?
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