I went to see my girly doctor last week and for the first time ever the doctor didn’t argue! I went in prepared for a fight. I rehearsed what I would say in my mind while I waited next to pregnant bellies and women smiling at ultrasound pictures. I went into the exam room and started to lose my voice as the nurse asked routine questions. Nervous or just awkward around cute dykes? Not sure.

I told the doctor I wanted to know about sterilization and he started explaining the procedure. Didn’t ask if I was married, how old I was, if I had any kids.  He had the nurse take some blood at the end of the visit to make sure I can handle the anesthetic.

I was really expecting more of a fight or even having to switch to yet another doctor. This doctor seemed very nice and non-judging. I almost interrupted him to tell him how I’ve been asking for this for 10 years and have been rejected by multiple doctors. But I didn’t need to tell him.

For all your haters out there, let me remind you that pregnancy would surely upset the robot buried in my chest and we do not want that!

A couple people suggested a tube tying party. I’m down with an excuse to have a party. Would Sweet Mandy B’s draw a uterus on my cake?

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