Last night we did our second insemination. We picked up our "baby food jar" from our third party and headed home to get me knocked up. We were excited and relaxed because basically J and I are now old pro's at this whole "suck sperm up with a needless syringe and put it in my vagina" adventure. J started the insemination, and here's what happened friends.
The sperm started streaming out of me. Literally. It was like my body was saying, "um, no thanks. Not today." Luckily J is an exceptionally fast thinking person in times like these and immediately began re-sucking up the sperm that tried to get away. I mean really, we have to laugh about this. It was fucking hysterical (no pun intended).
But I don't feel sad about the slippery sperm incident, mostly because of the feeling I had inside me after insemination #1. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed and hopes high that someone sweet is growing inside me. And if not, there's always next month.
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