Snip Snip & A Whole Lotta Feelings

Whew. So… my man got a vasectomy. Yeah. Snip snip, no backsies. And lemme tell y’all—I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m relieved, I’m dramatic, I’m all the things. But one thing I ain’t is pregnant. Amen somebody.

Now don’t get me wrong—I love my babies. My three little kings got me wrapped around their sticky lil fingers. But lawd, this womb? TIRED. I been pregnant or post-pregnant for what feel like 48 years straight. My uterus been through it. She deserves rest. Spa day. Retirement plan. A lil severance package.

So when my husband said, “I think it’s time,” I was like boy you right, but also like wait, for real? 'Cause even though we knew we were done, saying goodbye to baby-making for real for real… that hit different.

And girl… the part that be sittin’ heavy on my chest is the daughter I’ll never carry. I used to daydream about lil pink bows, tiny purses, us matching on Sundays, a lil mini-me with all the attitude and edge. I wanted that soft mother-daughter bond. But I also got three boys that love they mama hard, and that ain’t no small blessing. 💙

I am open to adoption. My heart ain’t closed. But I know that pregnancy chapter? Whew. That one sealed. Tight. And I’m a lil sad. Not 'cause I want more diapers, but because I wanted the experience. The kicks. The belly. The bond. With her. My girl I’ll probably never meet in the womb.

And while we talkin' real… going from two to three? BABY. That jump ain’t no joke. Folks be like, “Once you have two, what’s one more?” LIESS. That third baby slid in like, “Bet. Let me show you chaos on HARD mode.” 😭 But somehow, in the mess, it’s beautiful. Loud, sticky, sleep-deprived beauty.

We made the best decision for us. For our peace. For our marriage. For my health. For our pockets, okay?! Diapers ain’t free, and daycare? That mess is ghetto. I said what I said.

Now, I’m headin’ back to work. Tryna find me again. Balance these babies, my marriage, AND make room for this lil boss mama dream I got. Content, career, creativity—I want it all. And I deserve it. I'm tired of sayin’ “maybe next year.” Nah, this the year.

We celebratin’ this new chapter. No more bibs and bassinets, but all the blessings. We got our squad. Our little tribe of boys. A house full of love, noise, snacks, and unmatched bathroom lines. 😂

So yeah. My husband got snipped.
I cried.
I laughed.
I healed.
I dreamed again.

And now? I’m walkin' into this next season with a full heart, a healed womb, and probably somebody’s Hot Wheels in my purse.

Let’s do this.