The fertility center supplied us with the sterile container for dh's semen analysis. They gave it to us in a non-descript brown paper bag. Before we moved two weeks ago, my mom was helping me pack. She found the brown bag and asked me what it was. I answered "[dh's] bag of fun", and explained how even though it's going to be analyzed it's still fun for him to collect it. I don't find that to be fair since a pap smear rarely involves an orgasm. Mom suggested I put it away so the movers (who happened to be our parents and siblings, most of whom don't know about dh's condition) wouldn't find it and create an awkward situation the day of the move. I promptly forgot. The day prior to the move, mom was helping me with last minute details and found the bag again. Unsure of what to call it, she carried it to me and said quite sheepishly "you forgot to hide your bag of fun."
That story is maybe funnier if you know that my mom is very proper and prim. A true southern bell. Doesn't even say "sucks" or "crap" because it's crude. It made my day, I laughed so hard!
Tomorrow is his appointment for the analysis, so watch for an update! Hopefully my next update I'll know when my evaluation for the iui will be.
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