I don't really have anywhere else to vent about this, so here it goes. Today marks 2 weeks and 3 days of DAILY bleeding. Thanks to this (not so)wonderful birth control, Implanon Rod. I read the reviews of people complaining about some breakthrough bleeding before I had it put in, but over 2 weeks? This is ridiculous. Now, I think my real period is about to start soon. Blah :( A little bit of spotting doesn't really bother me, but it's a lot of spotting....every...single...day. It makes me feel yucky and not so attractive. I miss my days of going 36 to 40 days without bleeding at all. My husband wants me to get it removed, BUT then he wants to get a vasectomy. I don't want that. I'm not saying I want another baby right this instant, but I think I want Elijah to have a younger brother or sister in the future...maybe when he is in pre-k. I understand where my husband is coming from. These past two years have been so crazy, stressful, heartbreaking, and so on. Elijah has been such a relief to all the mess. It would be hard to be pregnant with a little kid because I would still have to be on bedrest, but I think and hope that one day that we can try it again. We have a lot of people here to help us. I know there's no guarantee that things would work out again, but is it so wrong to hope? So, I'm trying to just suck it up and keep the Implanon. I think Daniel will change his mind when Elijah gets a bit older, though. That's what I keep telling myself at least.
As yucky and lethargic as I feel right now, Elijah makes me feel a million times better. He's rolling over like crazy. If I leave the room for just a second, he's rolled over from his back to his tummy and started scooting(a very slow process for him, though. It takes him like 10 minutes to get to a toy that's a foot away. It still amazes me, though). It wasn't originally in our plans for me to stay home with Elijah, but I'm so glad it's worked out that way. I love spending all this time with him and experiencing all these first milestones.
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