“Yes, you will, and you can get busy with no worries about more babies.”
“That’s true.”
“Although you have to do the sample in six weeks to make sure it took.”
“Wait, what? It’s possible it didn’t take?”
“Didn’t you read the discharge instructions?”
“Not yet.”
Joe laughed. “You have to check in six weeks to make sure all the swimmers are gone.”
“What if they aren’t?”
“You have to go back for further treatment.”
Mac groaned. “I’m never going back there again, swimmers or not.”
“You have to make sure it took, or you run the risk of another pregnancy, and I fear your long-suffering wife will kill you if that happens.”
“I hate to agree with you, but…”
“Then you jack in a cup to make sure you’re good to go. They can probably do that right at the clinic for you.”
“I don’t want to even think about that today.”
“Yeah, hands off until the boo-boo heals.”
“The things we do for these women.”
“As your marital advisor, I’d recommend you keep that thought to yourself when you get home.”
“You don’t need to be enjoying this so much.”
“Why not? I knew you’d be a big baby over it. We all did.”
“Who all did?”
“Your entire family. There’s a Mac’s Vasectomy group chat.”
“There is not!”
“Yes, there is.”
“Who started that?”
“Um, well, I’m sort of afraid to say.”
“I bet it was Janey.”
“She did say she was sorry she didn’t think of it, but you need to look for the culprit a little closer to home.”
“Maddie?”
“You didn’t hear it from me.”
“That traitor.”