Oh the irony. Having to use condoms when the point is trying to conceive. But there it is. We’ve been told to wait at least one cycle before giving it the “good old college try” again and just because you’ve had a miscarriage doesn’t mean your ovaries have quit the business, albeit their timing is a bit askew. No good going out and confusing them with daily hormones, though bless the pill (you served me well). So what are you left with? Latex as the last line of defense. (That or abstinence. Go ahead you gluttons for punishment).
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m glad someone somewhere in the annals of time found a way to turn milkweed into rubber. And that someone else thought hey!, put this rubber on your penis, keep disease at bay! But if I’m honest, and allowed to sound like an 8 year old talking about kissing boys for just one second, I think they’re gross. And really, having to use condoms? With your own husband? It’s just not right.
(Colorful picture just to liven things up via ppbaby888’s Flickr Photostream)