Tomorrow, I get snipped. I’ve heard the horror stories (it feels like getting a swift kick in the jubblies), I’ve heard the ladies PSHAW at the horror stories (yes, I’m sure it’s not as bad as giving birth; that said, ladies, there is something to be said about getting kicked in the jubblies – if it was not painful, we would not have YouTube)

I will be sharing my experience in some sort of blog post form on Monday. But before I go under the knife, I’d like to bid my intact vas deferens, and all of my “little swimmers”, a fond farewell. True, I have no desire whatsoever to have any more kids – the two I have are wonderful, and they’re quite enough. But it feels like the end of an era. My junk did right by me when it came time to step up to the plate, and for that, I am grateful. This song is dedicated to you, O once fully functional reproductive parts.