**To get caught up with our ongoing vasec­tomy story please click over to part one and part two.

Today’s post will conc­lude this series… told through pictures. 

An actor has been brought in to play Hubby. I took liber­ties That actor had the free­dom to inter­pert that day’s events as she saw fit.**

V-Day sho­wed up last Fri­day. Smi­ling Mom and Hubby both took the day off work to head over to the uro­logy depart­ment down at Kaiser.

Smi­ling Mom offe­red Hubby some ibu­pro­fen before the surgery.

Hubby gave me a stern look and said no. I have no idea why!

We hea­ded over to the uro­logy depart­ment and wai­ted for Dr. Snip-Snip to come take Hubby away.

OK, so maybe it was more like this, but really-whose story is it anyway!

Hubby was in and out of the pro­ce­dure in a measly 35 minu­tes and was ready to go home.

The doc­tor said sit on your butt, and relax for 24–36 hours and make sure to ice your wounds every 20 minu­tes for the first 24 hours.

So he did. Hehe.

All the while, Hubby ten­ta­ti­vely exc­lai­med, “It’s not that bad… I thought this would hurt worse…”

And I thought, “Phew! I won’t be gro­ve­ling after paying for this vasec­tomy FOREVER!!”

Then I began to read up on the post-operative requi­re­ments for vasec­to­mies; a man has to, ahem, ‘get rid’ of his little sper­mies 24 times in 6 weeks before the pro­ce­dure can be dee­med complete.

After doing the math

And rea­li­zing what that means for me… I felt the need to borrow Hubby’s cold compress.

So at this point my post has to come to an abrupt end.… Hubby’s calling.