Random notes from our meeting with the RE:
They took my picture with a polaroid camera to put in my file. That way, when I call and have questions about anything in the process, the theory is that the nurse will be nicer to me when she can put a face with a voice.
Jackass that I am, I asked the doc if she was going to take a picture of my cervix so she would remember me when I called.
Talk about an awkward silence. Time goes slowly when you’re on your back with your feet in stirrups. At least I think I’m funny.
When the doc called me back on Friday, I was at the grocery store with the hubby picking up a few things for Shabbat dinner. She asked if I was in a place where I could talk, and I said sure. With Shabbos starting in a couple hours, there was no way I was going to miss the news about hubby’s latest contribution to the war effort. Which lead to the least tzniusdik conversation I’ve had in as long as I can remember.
I proceeded to confirm the details of my hubby’s semen analysis and the upcoming IUI while standing in front of the hummus near the deli.
You know how you have the ability to block out everything around you when you’re receiving really important news over the phone? Yeah, well, the poor schmuck you married doesn’t. There was much eye rolling and stunned facial expressions, but I’m sure he’ll forgive me some day.
At least the results made him out to be quite the manly man. 🙂