This Soft-Core Friday I wanted to give a little attention to something that makes sex that much sexier....safety. Depending on your circumstances, safety may be a concern of varying levels. Those in long term monogamous relationships with permanent birth control already confirmed... I envy you. For others of us, "safety" comes in various forms and degrees.
I have done my posts on the great condom debate, and how if it weren't for my insistence in many cases, it would be considered totally optional and thus skipped. Then there is the double safety freak angle that I have discussed as well in the past, which is the combo of condoms and some other form of pregnancy preventing measure like the pill. Can you tell I'm paranoid?
Well for the sake of full disclosure, which I always have been determined to maintain here at Random Girl, I had a moment of weakness recently and allowed for one option to be forgone, multiple times. I know, I know.... not a good decision. I make no excuses. My logic was that I had been with this guy for quite a while, had a level of trust, and had a back up measure all squared away to prevent disaster of the embryonic variety.
And then it started. The panic. The regret. The "What the hell was I thinking??" And then something else started.... extremely sore boobs, nausea, and a general feeling that something was "off". I had felt that feeling before... when I was pregnant for the princess many years ago. I knew pretty much immediately that I was pregnant for her. Like minutes after conception I think. This, my friends, was not good.
So I found myself at the pharmacy doing something I hadn't done in years... buying an early detection pregnancy test. Not my finest moment. I got home, did as the instructions told, and proceeded to live through the longest 3 minutes in history as I awaited the results.
Tick...tock.... tick...tock...do I look? Do I not look? What if it is? What if it isn't but I really am and it is just too early to tell? No I can't be! But I totally could be! I am such an idiot! And so on and so forth, you get the picture.
I took a deep breath and finally looked. 1 line. That's good. 1 line means no baby. Hooray! But it was early. So I got the joy of repeating the process 2 additional times over a course of a week. Each time was as gut wrenching as the first. In case you couldn't tell, 2 lines for me right now would be a very very bad thing.
Finally, things resumed their normally scheduled programming and it appears that I have dodged the proverbial bullet. But not without a very strong reminder of a lesson I learned long ago. Shame on me for being irresponsible with myself. 2 lines would have changed everything for me in the worst possible way.
The scenario, which was still pending when my Happy Moments/ Not So Happy Moments posts hit earlier this week, did at least serve as some real-life inspiration, not sure of that's good or bad.
What caused the prego-like symptons? Who knows....I'm guessing the overwhelming sense of panic of my realized too-late stupidity. Not a situation I plan on recreating any time soon.
So in honor of making better decisions going forward, let today's post be a gentle reminder that it only takes once.... wrap it up! And have fun doing it...Durex has some helpful visuals on how to accomplish this if you are interested...
Ever had a pregnancy scare? What did you do while waiting it out? Unplanned turned out to be your best gift or worst nightmare? Share kids!
Oh and for the record, this is my test, well one of them at least.... 1 line....hooray!
