Early shower for the goalkeeper

I spent the evening sat in a lifeless waiting room at the local family planning clinic.
Yes, my appointment for coil removal was for Monday, but after thinking and discussing with OH, it emerged that I was a little too nervous to go alone.
I'm a wimp, and was determined that it would be painful. So OH took me to the dropin clinic this evening and after an hour of waiting, we were called through by a nurse.
Cue the game of 20 questions...

• Why do I want the coil removed?
• When was my last period?
• Have I taken my doctor's advice?
• Have I spoken to my specialist?
• Do I have other children?
• What was my last pregnancy like?
• Do I smoke? Drink?
• Am I taking Folic Acid?

The list went on and on, not seeming to stop for at least 20 minutes. Then the big question came... sex?
Well, OH blushed, I blushed... we mumbled a date, and got a lecture about how long those little tadpoles can survive and that we could end up pregnant straight away.
Well, that's what we want, so we just smiled, blushed and nodded until the nurse sent us back to the waiting room to wait for a doctor.

The doctor herself was quite friendly. She advised about folic acid again, and about smoking and my weight.
Yes, I am carrying a couple... well a lot of extra pounds hehe. But I explained this is weight from prior to my TT, and she smiled in understanding before asking me to strip my bottom half and lay on the bed.
The procedure was simple, and painless. Surprisingly, I didn't even feel the coil come out... but she held it up for me to see, and I actually said "Bye" to it and flashed a smile at OH....

The goal is wide open... nothing's in the way...

It's time!