Junk in the trunk, erm, front seat. In a bag.
It’s just shy of 10 weeks since Eric had his snip-snip. So today he took his sample into to the lab at our local hospital.
I did my part of the deed (don’t get excited…partners are asked to refrain from helping) by dropping off both girls to daycare this morning so Eric had time on his own at home.
“So, here they are.”
I shake the orange lidded jar, now not at all sterile. “Wow. That’s not a lot.”
“What?! Shut up.”
(Isn’t it fun to get men all riled up about their manhood?)
“Are you just going to carry it like that?”
“No, I need a bag or something.”
“We don’t have any paper around the house.”
“Grocery bag?”
“Too big.”
“I have some gift bags in the basement?”
Eric bursts out laughing. “Happy birthday! Here’s some sperm!”
I glare at the jar. “Well, let’s hope there are no swimmers left in there. I hope they’re all dead.”
Results within a week. I’ll keep the details of that night private.
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Eric must be so glad you have a blog.
hahahahaha…..almost time for my husbands 8 week test
I remember that wait and my hubby failed his first test but past the second. Wishing you luck on a pass the first time.
How much studying did he have to do for this test?
Eric – when you think that the mom in the produce section is giving you a questioning look…well she probably is. Mom’s across Durham are now waiting to find out whether you passed. And if Carly doesn’t show to DMNO next week…well we know you did
*LOL* my hubby goes for his consult in 2 weeks! time to get rid of the little swimmers–4 kids later!!!