Uterus Free For Me

It is seldom I piss and moan twice in one day, but I must. A harrowing trip to the GYN has removed from my life, (and my uterus) the horrible IUD that I had put in 7 weeks ago. Keep in mind I had agreed to this thing to try to make my womanly problems better, and quite to the contrary, I have spent the last two months suffering in ways I never thought possible.
Hysterectomy, here I come. I am 32 years old, and at this ripe old age, I have made it further than any other woman in my family with my plumbing in tact. For various reasons, my mother, most of my aunt's and both Grandmothers had their collective uteruses (uteri?) yanked out by the age of 31; some as early as 27.
While I am all for the endless cycle of torturous cramping and mess every 13 days (that's right, every 13 days) of my life to end, I am still struggling psychologically with the idea of very permanent sterility. No, I do not want anymore kids. Not right now. Probably not ever. But that's probably... I just don't like the idea of saying , "I can't have anymore children."
I guess I will have to get used to it. As I was talking to Dr. T today, she said with my latest list of symptoms over the last year, it is likely I would have issues conceiving anyways. Realistically, it occurred to me, as I sat in the tub today, listening to the kids I already have run up and down the hall, sounding like someone had opened the door of a chimp cage in front of an elephant stampede, were I to get pregnant tomorrow... that child would graduate high school when I was fifty-fucking-one years old. For a good reality check... That's how old my mom is NOW.
So... as I afore said... It's Hysterectomy-ville for me. My doc did recommend a good site for me to check out called Hystersisters. If any of you know of any other good resources I can check out, do let me know. I am a tough bitch, but I can always use more good info to alleviate that scared shitless feeling.