I need to get my IUD taken out because it is causing me issues. The only reason I haven’t made the appointment is because I know that my OB will ask me what I will be using for birth control, and I don’t want to have to explain to her that “I don’t have sex with my husband so I don’t need birth control.” (I’m also holding out hope that this celibate condition is only a phase and someday soon Mikeal will find comfort in the warmth of my “flower.”)
It shouldn’t be a big deal. OB and her husband are friends with Mikeal and I though. I wouldn’t necessarily have to tell her WHY we don’t have sex, but knowing my dearest spouse, it wouldn’t take much to deduce that his sexuality is in question. Still shouldn’t be a big deal. But it is, partially because I create the big deal in my mind. I don’t like awkward situations, and Ms. Meghan staring at my crotch while I tell her about my abnormal marital situation would most likely rank pretty high on the awkward scale. (and getting a new doc is OUT of the question. She is precious to me.)
So there we go. I choose to suffer discomfort during the majority of my cycle rather than suffer discomfort for a few moments during a visit, and every subsequent visit, and when we see each other around town. But then if she and her husband knew Mikeal was gay, maybe they would stop inviting us out- which is another awkward situation. I mean, who really wants to eat with a person who has seen such a side of them? Giving birth is not just a tiny bit gross on the bodily function chart.