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Sperm is Funny

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I think we've all had a laugh-out-loud moment involving our "swim team" somewhere along the line - whether it's schlepping a nitrogen tank around or an uncomfortable conversation with a known donor. I thought it might be fun to share some of the funnier moments of our TTC journey. I'll get the ball rolling with two of my favorites.

1. The first time our known donor came over to donate we asked him what kind of "receptacle" he'd like for the goods - a cup, a tupperware, etc. We suggested something glass. He said, "Oh, whatever, I'm not picky." So we disappeared into the kitchen and when we returned we handed him this: http://www.bythebaytreasures.com/ima...-5-200x200.jpg
...with completely straight faces. The look on his face was sooooo funny and after he stammered for a moment we let him know we were just kidding

2. This just happened last night and is what made me think of posting this thread. So, we have kind of an open-door policy at our home - and we both have really big families that always in and out of the house, which can make insemination time a little tricky. Last night our known donor came over for an insem and usually he does his thing in the bathroom, leaves the jar on the stairs and texts us as he's leaving so we know to run down and pick it up. Well, last night DP's brother was over and just would not leave. He was using our wireless network and was sitting right between the bathroom and the stairs making smuggling sperm through the house very difficult. KD hung around for a while (KD is close with DP's brother) hoping he'd leave, but he was pretty much parked for the night, so finally we came up with an alternate plan - he would use the room upstairs and leave it up there for us while we stayed downstairs. In order to make his going upstairs seem normal DP said loudly, "Oh, sure you can use our computer upstairs if you want..."

At this point DP's brother says, "Oh, you need a computer...you can use mine. As long as you aren't going to use to jack off or something - hahaha."

DP, KD and I were so taken off guard - but KD answered, "Well, what if I am going to jack off? What if that's exactly what I meant by 'use the computer'? What if the only reason I'm here right now is so that I can jack off in your sister's house? hahaha." And we all were laughing hysterically - poor DP's brother was the only one that wasn't really in on the joke. Maybe in five years when we have a four year old running around we'll tell him the full story!

Anyone else have a good one??
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The first and only time we tried to use a known doner he wanted to do hos thing across town and then bring it to us well just as he was leaving dps dear friend of 20 years decides to "drop by" well 20 mins later after finely getting rid of her we head to the bedroom where our little swimmers are waiting patiently when we here a knock on the door. It was dps parents who NEVER just drop by. Well we figgured it would be better if we put it on a heating blanket. Not directly on the heat but you know just to keep it warm. well 2 hours later we finely got rid of everyone but by then our poor swimmers were all "fried" we insemed anyway but we know that they were krispy kritters looking back kind of funny but hindsight you know is 20/20 lol
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Our donor felt a little less than adequate when we gave him a specimen container (the size you pee in at the doctor) and he returned with such a small amount filled, haha. Like he thought we expected him to fill it up.

More funnies was his wife sitting with us, telling him to "go on, do your business!" haha. It was mortifying and funny at the same time.
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Our KD was DP's brother. The first time we did the insem she was a little weirded out about handling her brother's sperm. She kept chanting to herself, "it's the elixir of life. It's the elixir of life."
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2 stories

Our very first try was ridiculous. I had read in a lesbian conception book that you really have to view the first attempt at a trial run. Well, with the cost of the goods from a sperm bank, it's hard to imagine that even one vial is a practice! Anyway, we were so ready - had candles, music, etc. We had everything on the bed that we thought we'd need. My lovely wife did her thing with the sperm - put it all in where it needed to go. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I saw this horrified look on her face about 5 seconds later. She's really chill and doesn't overreact to things.....and I said "WHAT'S WRONG?" She still didn't say anything so I asked again. Then she said, "IT'S ALL COMING BACK OUT" I told her to put it back in, but it's kind of difficult to scoop up that tiny millileter of sperm and put it back in anywhere!!!

The second one - during our most recent (successful!) attempt, the sperm went everywhere. The little vial must have had some pressure in it or something....when she opened it, a few tiny drops of it (which is a LOT!) went flying - some hit me on the chest, some hit my face. I was disgusted, but now we can laugh b/c that's when we got pregnant. She likes to joke that it was the most similar experience to actually having sex with a man!
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My DP had never handled sperm before and had no idea it would smell like that. Blech! Haha. Glad we don't have that stuff.
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Our first big trip in our new Subaru Outback was to go camping. Our second big trip was to pick up the swim team at the sperm bank, and our third trip was to take us and the swim team to the IVF clinic. How dykey can you get?
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Great thread!

I've had several fun experiences with the ticking sperm tank of doom. Here are a couple:

1. I had to have my tank refilled because we had once again timed things wrong and I ovulated later than expected. So we go to this oxygen supply company and the guy there is just weird. We had called ahead of time just to make sure they had someone there to do it and the lady said it wouldn't be a problem. So I get there and the guy seems like I should know what I'm doing. I have the tank with me and I tell him I need to have it filled. He is just sort of sitting there with his arms crossed looking completely disinterested. He asked a few questions about the size of the tank and what I needed it filled with. I paid for it with a check and he then asked me what the tank was for. I must've turned a bright red at that point. I said, "Um, it has a 'sample' in it." He kept grilling me about what kind of sample, like was it a blood sample for the lab, etc. Finally he caught on that it was sperm. He asked if I was a dog breeder (had a German Shepherd on my check) and if that's what it was for. I said, sure if you want to believe that, but not really. Then he gave screwy directions to get to the filling area. Then a worker that was on break ended up taking my tank and disappeared with it. I had to drive around to these stairs that had all sorts of warnings about no unauthorized people being there and needing to wear saftey equipment to go in. i was worried where my tank went since I could see into the filling area, but the guy was nowhere to be seen. Just when I was about to cry, the guy showed up with my tank.

2. Another time I had the tank refilled, they put too much in it. After DHL picked it up from my house to return to the bank, I got a phone call from them. They wanted to know if I had any hazardous materials in the shipping box because the thing was smoking! I told him that it was liquid nitrogen and he said that was fine but I mightneed to fill out additional HazMat paperwork....
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