While I was enjoying the seduction of a transvaginal ultrasound wand, my sainted husband was enduring the indignity of masturbating into a little plastic cup... immediately after completing the equivalent of a hundred yard dash.
Apparently, the sperm centrifuge cannot, under any circumstances, be used after 3 PM. There are no exceptions. Aaron was still in his probationary period at work and he was on first shift, 7 AM - 2 PM. He also had a 45 minute commute (still does). I try not to think about how many traffic laws were broken in our pursuit of reproduction. Somehow, Aaron always managed to arrive safely, with enough time to do his business and deliver the specimen to the sperm washer. If he ran from the car, he even had time to enjoy a little bit of the complimentary porn.
At $300 a shot (hardy har har), it was like buying a really lazy hooker, with a 15 minute time limit.
these posts of yours are bringing back all kinds of memories. i once had to hand carry my own warm vial of blood across the street to the lab.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Magpie on flashbacks. I am having memories of that nervous feeling that if something (anything) went wrong, it would greatly affect our chances.
ReplyDeleteHoly cow, just found you through Secret Mom Thoughts and I'm laughing my butt off! Do you mind if I follow along??
ReplyDeleteIsn't it romantic?!
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