The past few times I've been to the acupuncturist, she's asked about Jason and my's choice for birth control. And every week she forgets that, no, it's not a condom, it's the IUD. And, no, I don't plan on having it removed anytime soon. And, no, I really don't want to have a baby by this time next year. And, no, I don't hear my ovaries screaming as they slowly dry up and die inside me.
At my appointment this week I was, yet again, asked about my form of birth control, and was, again, told to not wait much longer to pop out a baby. The difference was, this week I don't think the doctor much cared that I don't want to have kids and stuck four needles in my belly to "help my woman parts." But before the needles I had a pretty rough session with the massage therapist. So my new theory about the acupuncturist is this: She doesn't care much that I don't want kids yet, so she's having the massage therapist knock the IUD loose and then she's helping my "lady parts" work more effectively.
I don't know how powerful Eastern medicine is, those needles in my belly might work. So, much to my mom's and my mother in law's chagrin, I think I'm going to make jparks stay 10 feet away from me at all times for a little while, just to be safe.