At the Doctor’s

So, I went to the doctor this morning to get my morning-after-pill for yesterday’s impulse. I figured very rationally that I should reduce the risk of pregnancy to its minimum, since I cannot imagine myself waking up one day to see a kid crawling right in front of me and going…

“mummy… wake up… i need to poo poo.”

And then before I can say or do anything, that kid shits in the pants and then start bawling. (you know, literally giving me shit to clean up the first thing in the morning.)

I think my first reaction will be, “erm… are you mine?”

Then I’ll ponder hard about what I had done to decide that I should follow through with the pregnancy.

Seriously, was the orgasm worth it?

To put it even more specifically, is it worth…

going through those pregnancy symptoms such as vomiting every now and then?

risking my figure to look like a big ball on the streets?

handling the frustration of losing weight after pregnancy?

getting worried -will my man start finding other women because he doesn’t have the fetish of fucking pregnant women?

And most importantly,

is it worth having a loose vagina just because that kid has to come out from there? And then risk affecting the quality of the rest of my sexual life?

Urgh. 

I don’t think there will be an orgasm that is worthy of such a consequence – even if the guy can fuck for hours, have an enormous dick or even indulge me in the foreplays that I want. Granted the sex will be memorable, but an orgasm is still an orgasm. There’s a better way to fuck myself up (pun intended), for sure.

Furthermore, a loose vagina will mean that I need a man with bigger dick to get the same level of satisfaction, but what’s the possibility that my man’s dick will grow? Nil. How sad. So since I’m staying loyal to my guy, that means… *gasp* bad sex for the rest of my life!

I can’t take this nonsense. It’s a kid, for God’s sake. For all I know, he/she may not grow up to be a likeable person, or eventually put me into the old folk’s home when he/she bumps into me having sex in the living room, doggie-style, with the dad once too many times.

Bleh. 

Anyway, back to the doctor, when I told her I need the pill, she raised her eyebrows and went, “oh…” before asking me about the time I had my sexual intercourse and also the first day of my period. I wanted to ask her, “you mean you don’t read thedandygal’s blog?”

The pharmacist also lowered her voice when she dispensed the pills to me. How cute. I love how shy everyone becomes when it comes to sex issues. That strong asian values – you gotta heart it in some ways. (But honestly, hey, it’s just sex.)

Sometimes I wish I look more of my age. And many times, I really want to know what’s going in a doctor’s mind when he/she has to prescribe such pills. Do they judge? Do they make a guess about what went on for the night?