@Worriedwife1, Same story here.
I’d just started a new job, was super busy, to much on my mind, I kept telling my wife no, and that everything would work out, don’t worry about getting pregnant anytime soon.
She kept printing vasectomy propaganda from the internet far as risks go, and I’d get home from work to find this stuff on my desk, time, and time again over a period of 6-8 weeks.
Eventually I caved in, and said, ok, I will go to Dr. XYZ, and have a face to face chat about this (cost me right at 200 bucks to get lied to).
I signed myself up to have it done in 30 days after the consultation, it didn’t seem I had anything to loose, and I would be doing the right thing for my wife (my best friend).
As the month passed, I told my wife I wasn’t going through with it, I just had a bad gut feeling about it.
Here came the cavalry, my mother in law and her speil about me getting it done, other family members, my boss, a few others to.
I continued to have reservations about not doing it. I feel very pressured by this point, and didn’t appreciate it. Unfortunately, I didn’t take the time to do a thorough search online about vasectomy risks, and side effects, and neither did my wife.
The day of my vasectomy, my wife and I got into an argument about it before we left the house. If that wasn’t enough, we got into one of our biggest arguments to date back then while sitting in her car in the urologists parking lot.
I always wished I would’ve gotten out of the car, and walked home (20 miles). Instead, my wife managed to convince me that I was afraid of fear itself (this didn’t go over so well for years afterwards)
Hindsight is 20/20, but I eventually learned whom to blame, and whom had really set both of us up for disaster on many levels.