just another vet

And the answer is....

Woot! I have swimmers! What am I talking about? Well, the last step of my vasectomy reversal was checking to see if everything worked, as in did the doctor successfully fix my plumbing. And he did.

So, with that, me and the mrs. are officially baby makin'. Which isn't as easy as it sounds. You see, when the kid is an accident there is no stress up front because creating your heir isn't part of your thought process. But when you ARE trying to give the little shit life, suddenly you start thinking a little too hard, no pun intended. And for those of you who don't know how men work, there is only so much blood to go around, so it's either keeping something stiff or helping something think about keeping something else stiff. The enemy of a hard on is thought. That pretty much sums up men in general.

But thankfully after a try or two the stress of it all can be overcome (a little Gin helps). And with that let the games begin! What I find most strange is learning about the female side of the equation. When is the best time to find a lonely egg looking for a good time? Don't get me wrong, I took Biology in high school, so I understand the process, but it is a little intimidating when your wife declares she is primed and we better get to it because the window of opportunity is, um, open.

Now the waiting game begins. I have read so many sites and talked with every parent I know, and they all say the same thing: we just have to let nature take its course. Which pretty much sucks ass because I have the patience of a two year old.

That about sums it up for now. Think happy, and little bit dirty, thoughts for us. We will be working away with vigor. Oh, before I forget, I have a funny story:

Back in June, when we started this process, a little church down the road left a flier on our door. It was for vacation Bible school. About two weeks later two women came knocking as a follow up.

I open the door to see who it is, and there stands two nice ladies, hair up in buns, no makeup, dresses to the ground, lace up to their chins with long sleeves. In the middle of summer in Texas. I like to call their outfits the American burka. They looked as if they had just been farted out of Little House on the Prairie.

But they were pleasant, and I was not raised by wolves, so I said hello and asked what I could do for them both. They in turn asked if I had read their flier and wanted to know if I would be sending any of my offspring to their vacation Bible school. To which I replied with honesty and a big grin, "Well, we don't have any children just yet, but we are trying just as hard as we can."

The two women giggled for just a second or two, then tried with all their might to stop smiling as they both turned bright red. It was priceless. They quickly said good-day, still trying not to crack a smile and went on down the street.

Anyhow, that is that and until next time, stand in front of the mirror naked, turn on some music and dance.

Posted by monkey at December 16, 2007 08:59 AM