V day

Last week was D day today it's V day and we're not talking Valentine's - at least not for Papa Cody. Instead Cody is on his way to the Sussex hospital for a vasectomy.

Too much information? I hope not. In fact I think we should talk about them a lot more so that guys are a little less afraid/unwilling/embarrassed/lazy about getting one. I know we all know what Moms go through: 9 months; stretch marks; unbelievable pain; tearing; healing; no sleep; no respect (need I continue?). Not to say Papas don't go through some major challenges as well - but for the most part they're not physical.

Anyway I grew up with a Father who also had a vasectomy. And like my Dad did with ALL things in this cruel life he openly talked about it and described his decision to be a proud feminist one. I agree and thank him for his candour.

I also thank my Baby Daddy - Cody: for saving me from the knife; for having the courage to openly discuss and stand by his decision; for actually making the appointments; for the two awesome kiddies we have brought into this life and for knowing that we could not possibly handle another awesome kiddie in this life.

Thank you Cody - I love you - we love you. And as Kate puts it you are a heck of a man boy.