Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge, Say No More..

My hubby dropped off his fifth "test" sample today, in hopes of finally being declared sperm-free after his vasectomy. A vasectomy which occurred more than a year ago. A vasectomy which was supposed to make our lives more carefree -- or at least as carefree as we can be with 3 kids all sleeping within 12 feet of our bedroom.

The first few times he was tested, the paperwork necessary for dropping off the sample brought him up short. Particularly the little space on the form which asked "How was the sample obtained?"

What are you supposed to write there? As if standing there with a cup of semen isn't humiliating enough, now you have to discuss how you got it? The only thing I can compare this to is when I was having one of my c-sections and the nurse made me carry around a cup of my own urine for 10 minutes before deciding that they did not, in fact, need it at all. Then they just left it sitting on a table top in my room for about 5 hours. It did add a certain je ne sais quoi to the otherwise boring hospital room, but it didn't improve my mood one bit.

So this time, magic number 5, I told him to go right up to the desk and boldly write "PORN" in that little space and then wink at the clerk when he hands over the cup.

'How was the sample obtained', indeed. Sheesh.

Go get 'em baby!