Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Maybe I Did Marry a Woman?
On Sunday Victor suggested we go for a walk on the beach. He's ready. We decided to ease into the "trying" process. I've heard plenty of stories of guys feeling the pressure when it comes to trying to conceive and it affecting their... Well, you know. I can see it now. Victor comes home from work. I'm naked from the waist down. "Oh hubby," I call in a frantic voice. "My cervix is super-high and the stuff in there is really stretchy! Wanna see?!" "Errr...no?" Victor offers. "Oh, come on, don't you want to see what your boys will be swimming in soon?" (Victor runs out the door. I chase him screaming "but I need your SPERM NOOOOWWWW!!") Ahem. So for now I'm just going to make sure the baby dancing (a phrase I will never use again because it is stupid) occurs at the right time. If we don't see the correct amount of pink lines in a few months we'll think about changing some things to increase our odds. Like Victor's underwear. Not that he doesn't change his underwear, I just mean the style. Wow, I just told the Internet that my husband wears tighty whities. I'm sure he'll be in the mood now. Let the insanity begin. And pass the pineapple.