Conversations about sperm, ice cream, and werewolves

Posted on | July 1, 2010 | 1 Comment

It was a good day.

We met with our reproductive endocinologist, which I didn't realize is the best in Oregon. This lovely man talked with us for an hour and a half about us, options, paths, etc. Turns out he gives us an 8% chance of conceiving next month (according to statitics about "unexplained infertility" and IUI). I'm strangely comfortable with that - I think because it's a plan. Something we haven't had in two years. When we asked about donor sperm (not the plan, just asking) our feminine, pretty sure he's gay doc said "no way, not with those blue eyes Brad!" He also said something about seeing a bobcat coat in his future when he released a bobcat last year, complete with flamboyant hand gestures and giggles. I think I love the guy, even if his wedding ring confuses me.

After the appointment, B got his hair cut by a gal named 'Hah' while I ate two scoops of Ben & Jerrys on a waffle cone. Peanut butter chocolate and vanilla-mint may I add. I know you are jealous. My mom called while I was in mid-lick and promptly asked, "did he tell you to just relax?" I told her "shut up, I am relaxing while eating an ice cream cone." Too harsh?

Later B made teriyaki chicken and stir fry while we caught up on episodes of 'Weeds,' a fantabulous show. Then we ... well, I shouldn't blog about that. ;)

The evening ended by watching 'Eclipse' with my loverly and another couple. Can you believe it? I listened to the soundtrack on the way there, beaming like an excited teenager repeatedly asking "What part of the movie do you think this ones from? No I disagree. What about this one?" B walked in holding my hand, heading directly to the popcorn as I spiked our coke with rum (true teenage move there, right?). B didn't even get embarrassed when I threw out some hoots and hollers the first time the lovely Jacob had his shirt off (I had too - the audience were all adults, and strangely well behaved).

Someone had to misbehave today, right?