Back from the doctor ...

... and it all went well. So far. I guess the real test will be to see if I stay not pregnant.

The procedure itself actually looked pretty easy. I'm sure I could have done it myself. Didn't look any more complex than dissecting a rat, or a grasshopper, or any of the other things I had to cut open at University.

Rob had Dr Pritchard aka Dr Funny Guy as his surgeon. During the preop consult, he said "now, you won't be able to do the dishes for a few weeks, I don't want you standing at the bench for long periods of time" ... and he said it with such a serious look on his face, it took me a few seconds to realise he was joking!!
Then he wrote us a prescription for condoms since we have to wait for a test at 4 months before we are "safe". He asked "so how many do you want? 120?"
Hilarious.

But the funniest thing happened when we were leaving. I stopped at reception to settle the account, and Rob saw some old friends of ours sitting in the waiting area. I figured they were here to see one of the on-call emergency doctors. But Rob sat down and said "you're not here for a ... you're not here to see ..." and our friends said "Dr Pritchard?!" which led to lots of laughing. Then they called our friend's name, at which point he looked positively white! I gave him the thumbs-up and he smiled, but I could tell he was terrified! SO funny.

So ... no more babies for us. But that's okay. When you've got these 2 little guys, how could you want anything more: