The trials and tribulations of our journey to make a baby.

I would die for that.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Hello Ladies

Hello Ladies, I'm Tricia's loving husband, you may know me as the guy with high sperm counts, but weak swimmers. Nice to meet you, don't shake my hand. So far you have been listening to my wife talk about us trying to crank out a baby, well now it's my turn to get a few words in. If you know my wife, that is pretty hard to do... she's going to kill me for that last remark.

First of all, let me tell you how much I love the idea of total strangers hearing stories about my junk. Secondly, I (like most men) don't know 'shit from Shinola' when it comes to this baby-making business. My lack of knowledge comes through when I attempt to keep my mom updated on our progress. Usually, Tricia gives me a dirty look, tells me I'm screwing it all up and leaves the room. I usually continue butchering our conception story to dear mom, Tricia meanwhile, corrects me from behind our closed bedroom door. Here's how it usually goes:
Me: Hi mom
Mom: Hi Steve (sometimes she calls me Robert - my brother's name. One time she called me Gizmo - that was our dog's name. One time she called me Jason, but I don't know who that is)
Me: We had a meeting with the doctor, and it looks like my mobility is...
Tricia (from the other room): Motility!
Me: Well we are going to try In vitro Fer
Tricia (still in the other room): In utero!
Me: In utero
Well it goes on like that until Tricia takes the phone away and I get back to watching the Yankee game.

It's not that I'm disinterested in the whole process, I really want to be a father more than anything in the world. And not for selfish reasons like having someone else to keep Tricia busy while I relax or watch football. Being a father would also keep my mom from bugging my brother and twin sister about making her a grandmother. She is more obsessed with Tricia becoming a mother than Tricia is about becoming a mother.

Tricia doesn't know that I posted this, she actually trusted me with her login information to edit her last post and I invited myself to post on her blog. I know, I know...just like a man...so this could be my last post, it's been fun ladies.

Like Tricia mentioned in the last post, we've got a date with a sterile cup tomorrow morning. Keep us in your prayers, because I'd love to tell people that our kid was conceived on Friday the 13th and we can name "Jason".

2 comments:

Tricia said...

That post was completly unauthorized!!!!! grrrr...

And it's not "in utero", darling Steve, it's IUI (intrauterine insemination ).He will never get it right. But what you said was very sweet. I would promise nookie but we are obstaining for your date with a cup tomorrow morning! ;)

Stick to your own blog... mwah xoxoxoxoxox

theclam said...

Heheheheh, I actually quite like the fact that he hijacked a post - you go Steve ;)