KFF the mirena's a bit notorious for side effects, from what I've heard. Heavier periods sounds grim, but better than being a demented demon-lady all the time (as I seem to be).
eco and SoYo it's microgynon I'm on at the moment. Wasn't on anything at all when I met the man, and was sorting my head out and actually feeling pretty sane and non-depressed. Went onto cerazette when we got together, because the doctor wouldn't prescribe microgynon (I'm overweight, I'm a smoker, and my dad had a vascular embolism a few years ago, which was too many risk factors for that doctor's liking). I bled, very lightly, but non stop, for the entire nine months I was on cerazette, so reluctant to try that again even though it didn't seem to affect my head much. After DD was born, I started feeling like myself again for a few weeks, but then saw a different doctor who was happy for me to have microgynon again. And now my brain's going wonky again.
Anyway, I was reading a thread in FWR about the effects of hormonal contraceptives (and the fact we're basically just expected to put up with all manner of side effects so men can get their jollies in their preferred fashion) which made me think about it, and I mentioned it to the man, and his response was to ring the doctor and make an appointment to talk vasectomies. At which point I had a bit of a wibble because I really don't think I'm going to be happy stopping at one. He'd not realised non hormonal options exist (aside from condoms, which tend to give me thrush). "I'll get the snip," he said, "and if we win the lottery and can afford another I'll get it reversed." So I told him about my friend who's desperate for a baby but her boyfriend's had a bodged vasectomy that can't be reversed. Net result, we'll hold off on the vasectomy for a couple of years, and I'll go copper coil. Although we know full well it doesn't always work - my impending niece is proof of that.
I'm going to have to try this cold broccoli business, aren't I? I love broccoli, so no problems there, but the man is likely to think I'm trying to poison the baby. 
vj nothing selfish about worrying about how to keep a roof over your head. If that was all you were worried about, you could be called selfish, but you're worried about him too, aren't you? Ergo not selfish, so stop fretting about that. How's he doing?