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Main Page Site Index Getting Pregnant Pregnancy Parenting Pregnancy and Parenting Journals Fertility Nutrition Pregnant Moms Morning Sickness Women's Health Child Health	How I Found Out I Was Pregnant AKA: The Vasectomy That Grew Back Together All By Itself After 17 Years I've told this story many a time; to all my coworkers, the florist, the UPS man, even the cashier at the checkout stand at the supermarket! My husband just shakes his head at me because he can't believe I keep telling people about it. But reaction is always the same. Amazement. This is a story that really happened. To us. It's about life's surprises. You can visit our home page here. I met my husband when I was 23 and he was 41. (Yeah, there's a little age difference...18 years.) He was my ex-boyfriend's friend. Suffice to say, they stopped being friends. We dated for six months, then lived together for a year, then got married. My husband, J., has two children from a previous marriage, ages 29 and 31, and he raised my son from a previous marriage like his own. That one is 19 now. We got married in '84 and had no plans, definitely no plans, or desire, to make any more children. We discussed it and we agreed. We were done with creating babies. He had always made it clear, from day one, that he wanted no more kids, and that was fine with me. I had my David; one baby was plenty for me. J. had had a vasectomy in 1979, long before I even met him, so we figured we had nothing to worry about. From what DH has told me, he wasn't one of those guys who are afraid of getting a vasectomy. He says it didn't hurt much and he had no problems afterward. So, we'd been married for 13 years. Our son, David, turns 18 and he ventures forth into the great world on his own. He got his GED and had received about $600.00 cash from his Grama Tucker as a graduation present. Being the tender young age he was, he figures he is set for life with this $600.00 bucks and moves back down to Southern California where our old house is, and where his old friends are. He gets a job and moves in with a friend and his family. Note, this is June 30, 1997. My husband and I are happy and joyous. We're partying man. We raised a whole kid and he was finally out on his own. Our duty was done. We go out to dinner whenever we want. We go into The City (San Francisco) whenever we want. We go to the movies a lot. We get up in the morning whenever we want. We take a nap if we so desire. Eat whenever we want. So as not to embarrass anyone reading this, let me express this as delicately as possible, we do whatever whenever we want and whatever is really, superbly, excellent. Sigh. We begin to discuss when and where we might choose to retire because the time for retirement for my husband is really not all that far away. It's fun to talk about the travelling we want to do and where we want to live. Just the two of us. Oh boy! Three months later. We get a shock. The biggest shock of all our years together. Part 2