The Reversal

So a vasectomy reversal can be pretty crappy business. It involves urologists who may or may not have matured past Jr. High, general anesthesia, incisions into the man parts, and mesh underpants. It is followed by a long period of celibacy and then masturbation in a cold, sterile environment while people hang around outside the door, waiting for you to finish up so that your virility can be analyzed while you wait. The urologist actually suggested that I could stay in the room while Charlie, ahem, gave a sample. Also, he commented that since the birth of the Internet, old, nasty sears catalogues were no longer needed...Chuckle, chuckle. I didn't mean to be unsupportive, but it was very uncomfortable for me, so, I didn't go with Charlie for the second test....

How we started

We started by falling in love. We met at match.com. Charlie is ten years older than me and already has 3 kids (two of them live with us). When we met, I was 27 and he was 37. He had a vasectomy, he told me over the phone, but he was willing to get it reversed if he met someone who wanted kids. I didn't even know, at that point in my life, if I wanted kids-but I didn't want the possibility ruled out. So I found a job, moved, we got engaged and then married.
After we were married for about 6 months, babies and pregnant women started showing up everywhere I went. I started to realize that I wanted kids of my own very, very much. Charlie went to a urologist to get his vasectomy reversed.