Sensitive Subject Matter, Proceed with Caution (and a little Understanding, please!)

I'm just gonna get this out there. And, before you continue on, please read this:

Blogger General's Warning:

This blog may contain questionable material, which could cause blushing and shaking of the head.

Or, you may find yourself saying, "I know, right??"

Okay. So, I really am not trying to write things that could be construed as off-color, or make light of things that are to be taken seriously. But, my blog is my journal. And this is how I feel.

I had my 6-week checkup on Thursday, and got the All-Clear. I believe we all know what that means. I don't know, maybe some people don't actually wait the 6 weeks, but I do. To the day. And I find it weird that the doctor asks me when I go in, whether I'm using birth control. Uh, no... You told me not to do it. Why would I need to use birth control?? I'm sure I'm in the minority, actually waiting the full 6 weeks. Most people probably don't, and that's why they have to ask.

But I digress.

I got the green light, BUT-- (there's always that sneaky, pesky BUT, ruining and putting conditions on all things good) I can't get my IUD for 2 weeks.

This creates a problem. Which is easily solved, I guess. BUT, (there it is again, see??)-- I have issues with the obvious solution. It's not so much that I mind the use of said solution. I don't. It's even kind of exciting to use them, a change of pace.

What I really DETEST, FEAR and even DREAD, is the purchasing of said solution. I absolutely LOATHE buying condoms. There, I said it. 

It makes me feel just plain dirty.  Like I'm doing something wrong. I know, it's ridiculous. I should give myself a good slap across the face and say, "Wake up, Whitney! There's nothing wrong with buying products to do it when you're married, for crying out loud. Buck up and get over it!" 

But I find myself standing there, vulnerable and feeling Oh-So-Guilty, trying to scan all the boxes at a super-sonic speed so I can grab and GO. And then, I pile stuff on top of the box, so that no one knows I have them in my cart. Because, if I were to run into someone I know, with those in my cart, it would be the end of the world for me. Especially if it were someone from church. That would be the WORST:


"Um, hi (Bishop/ Sister____/Brother____). As you see, I have condoms in my cart. I can explain...."


SO juvenile. I know. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that they are mostly used by people who really shouldn't be having sex at all. Teenagers, people having one-night stands, couples who are not married and not interested in anything serious...etc. They are portrayed on movies and in songs as something used for Bad sex. Not the good, married legit kind. 

I'm all stocked up for now. And hopefully won't have to make the Forbidden Purchase again anytime soon.
Cause, even though I know it's silly and I should be mature and poised about it-- It still makes me feel like a naughty 15-year old.