Sportin' an IUD at the County Fair

Thursday is a big day for two reasons:  

1.)  It's the first day of the Hamilton County 4-H fair - For most people that have survived this world beyond middle school, this is not a significant event.  But for Alan and me, this is a true happening.  We've made a little tradition of going to the local county fair and spending LOTs of time in the small animals barn.  Why would I do this, you might be asking yourself.  Well, the small animals barn is where they keep the goats....the cutest and littlest ones, anyway.  Later in the evening, after sufficient attention has been lavished upon all lap-sized goats, we will make our way over to the dairy goat barn to see the walk-astride sized ones.  I should probably confess that lap and walk-astride sizing of goats is not official nomenclature and one may risk sounding as foolish as I when using/cooing/shouting these terms in public (barns).  

I think my little tradition warrants some photos of past goat celebrations:

So, what is that hangy thing on his neck, anyway?

Goat on Goat Action

Intimate moment with this little Jessy.

This is a Kentucky Goat.  Viva la KY State Fair!

Do you see the pure joy on my face????

2.)  I am getting an IUD implanted.  I will not be having children for 5 years with 99.98% assurance.  Holy crap - I'll be 34 before I can get pregnant!  That is such a relief, and yet it seems so odd to me that I feel that way.  They say implantation of the device can be a little more difficult for women who have not had children before...just because my lady parts haven't ever stretched out or had any live-in buddies.  There is a 1:1000 chance I could experience perforation (i.e. a bloody, painful mess), but I'm feeling pretty sure that I will be just fine.  

How about a pic of an IUD?