Publish Date: May 23, 2025
By: Ronetta “Ronnie” Whitaker

One Month From Today…

I’ll be having a tubal ligation.

That sentence feels both heavy and freeing all at once.

I’m excited.
I’m nervous.
And, if I’m being really honest, I’m a little pissed.

Because while this is my choice—one I made clearly, confidently, and without hesitation—I still can’t help but side-eye the fact that it’s me going under the knife, yet again, for our family planning.

My husband? Oh, he’s living his best life.
Meanwhile, I’m preparing for anesthesia, recovery, and a full halt on my summer plans for a few weeks.

And why?
Because we’re done having babies.

Let’s Be Clear: I’m Done

I didn’t come to this lightly—just quickly.
I’m turning 49 this year. My husband is already 50.
We’ve got two beautiful, energetic daughters.
And let me tell you right now:

I’m not changing another diaper.
I’m not doing midnight feedings.
I’m not signing up for round three of sleep deprivation and postpartum healing.

This body has done enough.
So yes—tubal ligation makes sense.
No more fear. No more guessing. No more anxiety over what a missed period might mean.

I want my freedom back. I want my body to feel like mine again.
And yes, I want to enjoy intimacy without a mental checklist and a backup plan.

It’s My Body, But Also My Marriage

We’re married. We’re connected.
So even though the procedure is happening to me, the impact touches us.

My decision to get a tubal ligation is rooted in medical autonomy—but also in wanting to feel free and safe in my marriage again.

We’ve spent the past few years parenting young kids, navigating exhaustion, and building our dreams.
But sex? That’s been on pause—not because we don’t want to, but because fear has taken up too much space in the bedroom.

I want that spark back.
I want that fire.
And I don’t want one more second of joy stolen by the fear of what if.

This surgery is my way of reclaiming both my body and my connection with my husband.
Because I deserve both.

Mama, You Don’t Owe Anyone an Explanation

I know some folks might clutch their pearls at a woman openly talking about sterilization.
Some may even think I should’ve made him get “fixed.” (Let’s be real—I did too.)

But this isn’t about what they think.
This is about me—and maybe about you, too.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been holding back from making a decision about your body because of guilt, pressure, or outside opinions?
Let this be your permission slip to choose you.

You don’t need to apologize for taking care of your health.
You don’t owe anyone a debate over what you might want five years from now.
And you definitely don’t need to justify why you’re done having kids.

Done is done.
And peace is priceless.

📣 Talk To Me

Have you made a big decision that felt right, but still came with complicated feelings?
Did you feel like you had to justify it—to others, or even to yourself?

Let’s talk about it.

Drop a comment below and tell me:
What have you done lately to choose yourself?
Let’s keep reminding each other: We get to live fully, boldly, and without apology.

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Amazon link to some of my favorite items i’m taking ti the hospital with me.