The doc (a relatively young guy who seemed hip and used the term "shooting blanks" several times) did a great job today and the whole procedure only took about 15 minutes. I was awake for the whole thing and was numbed locally down below by two doses of Lidocane. I made a point of not looking at what he and the nurse were doing and the only pain I felt was the needle from the Lidocane treatments.
I've been told by others that the real swelling and discomfort happens tomorrow. Today has been relatively painless all around. I don't feel anything odd right now other than the occasional faint feeling of being kicked in the nuts slightly (my male readers will understand this type of pain). But so far, nothing significant at all (I did get Lori to fill my prescription for 40 Vicodin pills just in case I want to drug-out tomorrow). It's amazing how they can get that surgery done in such a short time frame and fix it all up as if almost nothing happened.
I plan on trying to avoid the kids as much as possible tomorrow as Alex and Josh especially are apt to leaping on my lap from time to time. The last thing I need is a flying elbow to my crotch. The doc said I should be good to go to return to work on Monday. (SIDE NOTE: My friend Doe starts work at my company that day. It will be good to work with him again.)
So barring some future tests to confirm the procedure worked, it looks like my baby-making career has come to an end. I think my work in that category is done and I've VERY pleased with the results. If you told me 10 years ago that in 2009 I would have three healthy, pleasant (hey Alex has his good days) beautiful kids I would have asked to have what you were smoking. The past decade has truly been a life changer for me (and for the best). Three is a perfect number and there's no way in hell we could deal with a 4th on any level.
For any future babies in the family I'll have to differ to my brother in hopes that some day I'll be an uncle.