Just a Little Snip Snip

The subject of vasectomy has been coming up a lot in my life lately.

You see, my girlfriend Kathy and I live together in a happy relationship. She takes a daily birth control pill to prevent pregnancy because we are both theoretically fertile (although we are both in our mid-forties) and neither of us wants a baby in the house. This solution has worked since we met and fell in love a couple of years ago. Lately we’ve been thinking that all those artificial chemicals running through her body can’t be good for her. On top of that the pills are kind of expensive.

And all of it could be avoided with two tiny little snips.

The surgery is tiny, yes, but the effect is more permanent than that of her little white pills. Am I ready to eliminate any chance I have to pass on my genetic code to a new generation?

This is not an easy decision for me. I was adopted as an infant and although I am registered in my birth state, I have no idea of who my birth parents are and so any knowledge of my ancestry is lost to me. Interestingly, I also have never had children of my own, although I helped raise my ex-wife’s brood. If I have a vasectomy, I will never have any descendents of my own. In a way, this sort of isolates me genetically and makes me a sort of blip on the silver screen of human history. No ancestors, no offspring, my genetic code on the cutting room floor.

Snip, snip.

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