I Had Totally Put This Off

But today I finally called the sperm bank to tell them that their unfrozen caveman specimens had gotten the job done. Woo! Just hearing the recordings you have to wade through to get to a person made my palms sweat -- all the talk about ovulation, timing, scheduling inseminations and the extreme frustration (no relation to extreme doreetos) reminded me of how much fucking effort went into this pregancy. But that wasn't the only reason I called -- to relive the stress of ovulation, I also wanted to pay for a year of storage on the Man Seeds we have left over (yes, we got extremely lucky and didn't use all of the 8,000 vials we'd purchased in advance) and to just see how many vials are left, should we decide to have more kids.

Right now, I cannot for the life of me imagine going through this again. But a year from now, when I'm staring at Murray's cute little face and wondering how we ever lived without it? Who knows.

Apparently there's not a lot left, so if we want Murray to have a full sibling we'll have to stock up now. Except that sperm ain't cheap and we're feverishly stockpiling for Murray expenses. Shit.