Ok....So, once upon a time 13 cycles ago DW and I decided to do "the deed". I spent months planning preparing and reading to be ready. Hours of study, bottles of prenatal, decreased caffeine intake, and wife being examined from top to tail had led this moment. We had found a wonderful donor, handled our legal business and all of it was safely filed.
Now....I am going to pause the story here to explain that we had decided that babies must be made with love so we had candles lit and mood music playing etc. We are gonna....We'll ya know....
Ok...So back to it!
After the pertinent deed was done by our donor, we thanked him while trying not to barf (we both admitted to the nausea later) and I personally was chanting in my head "it's just baby batter" over and over. We go to our room and DW lays down. I'm armed with goo and a syringe. Still wondering to myself how straight women cope with this stuff. Lol!
The time is upon us: I gather all of my book learning and gently draw up what I am certain is our future child and place the syringe. DW suddenly comes down with a ridiculous case of the giggles and you ladies know that giggles are not great for keeping the
up where the belong. So needless to say, romantic time was over. I kept trying to "catch" the escaping kids in the syringe to put them back where they belonged.
Later in the shower DW had a complete and total meltdown during attempt 2 to find some romance and between sobs she just kept sayin "holy $h!t we're gonna GROW A HUMAN IN MY BODY!!!!"
Needless to say, it wasn't what we planned but it makes me giggle thinking of it to this day.