It's funny, in the beginning I really wanted home inseminations - thinking they would be more relaxed and romantic and intimate. NOT SO. There is just nothing sexy about a syringe full of sperm (yuck, it smells) being stuck up my tw*t by a woman who, yes, I do love, but has a sw-ustache. And the panic and indecision about the timing and the placement. And just the stress of keeping the stuff inside. ugh. I miss the stir-ups. Boy, I never thought I would say that.
It would be f*cking ubelievable if this was it. I just can't imagine that Dr. K, doing IUI's, couldn't get it right over 3 months of trying and we did during that one night of, dare I say, chaos.
-S.
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