[Editor's synopsis: A woman who desparately wants children accompanies her love to his vasectomy.]

“…As the doc’s expert tweezers gently place rubbery sections of Jack’s vas deferens onto waiting white paper towels (”To be sent to the lab.” “Why?” “To make sure we took out the right part.”), I list the ironies of my being here.

I have witnessed my very first operation a vasectomy in a hospital more widely known for its main specialty, obstetrics. I am proudly present this afternoon despite yearning for a baby of my own.

I feel tenderly proprietorial about his hacked-about sex organs and plan to nap chastely with him on his bed so we can both recuperate” yet part of my heart is still elsewhere.

I’ve just been through the mill with another man who’d promised to step up to the plate marked “baby” with me, had stalled and then wrung his hands from the sidelines as the right time came, then went.

I fully support Jack’s decision to move into his 50s with no prospect of mating with a baby-hungry 30-something… like me. And these vivid, close, gory, interesting events take place on, of all days, St. Valentine’s. “

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