I wanted to blog about this on Friday. But… I wanted to ask my hubby for permission first. This is, to me, a very personal topic. This is also a very ADULT topic. So if there are any young’uns reading this (hey you never know.) I think its time to go to some gaming site. Or something.

Linlee, Brinnon and any other person who knows us in real life? You might want to back away from this entry. There is some SERIOUS TMI.

As some of you know, we’ve been trying to expand our brood. Don’t get me wrong — with a dog, three fish, and a froggy — we have a nice number of animals in our family. We are looking to expand the number of HUMAN critters within our household. So far my uterus is still vacant. A few weeks ago, I talked to my general doctor about our next step.

He gave me paper work to get the hubby’s “soldiers” tested. After much procrastinating, I told Marc I wasn’t going to “put out” until he got the test already.

His reply? “So my wife is FORCING me to have sex with a cup?”
My retort, “Well, May IS masturbation month!” (Izzy said so!)

So he finally “made his deposit.” There are only one or two of these testing facilities in the area. I made him call me afterwards.

When he called he simply said, “Well. The deed is done.”

I said, “Wow. That didn’t take you long.”

He joked, “You know me baby. I like to get right to work and git ‘er done!”

I ventured, “Didn’t you feel embarrassed. I mean they KNOW what you are DOING in there!”

He retorted: “Nope. They just gave me a cup and said, ‘The bathroom is down the hall.’ “

I oh-so-helpfully added,”Ahh. If that was me, I wouldn’t even be able to look the guy in the eye. I’d be looking at the floor while saying that. And THEN when he gave me the cup, I’d cart it off wearing at least 6 gloves. I’d only hold the cup at the tip using two fingers. Ick!”

At this part, Marc lost interested in what I was saying. He was all, “Uh, yeah. Ok whatever. Gotta go. Bye.” Maybe he was just worn out from all of that “work”?

I forgot to ask him if there were magazines in the room…