Don't worry, beyond informing you that I got an IUD inserted two weeks ago, this won't be all TMI. Mostly it will just let you into my inner neurosis and solidify that I am, in fact, crazy.
So yes, two weeks ago, I closed the baby-making factory for the foreseeable future because oh.em.gee. this is not happening again until these two are like 20 (and then it would just be weird). Usually with such important decisions I research the hell out of things and go in with all the right questions and concerns... not so in this case. I just jumped about because it sounded like a good idea and I just wanted to make sure I don't pull a Duggar and start popping them out like a jack in the box. (Can you tell how tired I am?)
However, after the fact it seemed like a brilliant idea to start my research. And then I read about those rare cases where the IUD goes AWOL and digs into a uterus and my overactive imagination of course assumed that mine had already sliced through that baby-growing organ and was careening straight for my lungs, or heart, or other essential organs.
Of course, I then waved my freak flag over to my sister because I needed SOMEONE to talk to about my impending death by plastic impalement since Drew seemed to think that my worries were unfounded.
To add to my totally justified concern, apparently breastfeeding increases those chance by a significant amount.