Today during dinner a few of us were telling "Dr. horror stories" and I was reminded of a funny encounter Jacob had at the very beginning of this whole TTC process.
2 years ago~ shortly after we tossed out the birth control, Jacob went in for a semen analysis~we just wanted to make sure things were working. All the doctor gave him was those little plastic cups.
So we go home~ he does the deed~ I find it sorta like payback for me having to pee in a cup all the time. Hee hee. He didnt find it so funny. I guess now he has to "pee" (ahem) n a cup all the time too... not funny for either of us. Anyway, back to the story. So it's around 5:00 pm and he rushes it to the lab. Apparently everyone is trying to get their lab work in at this time before the clinic closes. He sees a bunch of people we know. (Mind you he has NO bag to put his "ingredients" in, so he's just holding it.) Flushed face, trying to shield the cup from everyone's eyes. When he finally gets up to the counter he hands it over awkwardly saying "uhh what do I do with this?" The lady says, "what is it?" Really? You can't tell? "Semen Analysis," Jacob replies. The lady proceeds to further his embarrassment by yelling to the back, "We got a Semen Analysis here! Where do these go?" Talk about wanting to shrink into a little ball! Poor guy. They then tell him they're sorry they can't take the sample because it needs a whole day to process.
They gave him another cup AND a brown bag thank goodness. :o)
Ahh the stories those of us with broken pipes have!
Hey, it builds character right?
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