Finally, a Better Option

It’s hard to fathom how many same sex couples actually go through all of the trials and tribulations that I talk about here and then some, just in the hopes of starting a family.  I don’t want this blog post to be salesy in anyway, but I do feel it’s important to share with you a little about my background and how I got to where I am today, personally and professionally.

YAY GAY!

I am a 33 year old lesbian woman that “came out” when I was 21 years old.  I had a later start in my career as a lesbian.  When I graduated college, the only experience I had with a girl was with a best friend of mine.  Imagine my shock when I realized I actually enjoyed being with girls more than boys.  My “coming out” is another story in itself but I’ll save that for another time.  Once I was able to admit to myself that I was in fact a lesbian, I knew my life would be quite different from what I had originally thought.  There wasn’t going to be the traditional wedding or family like I had intended…or would there be?   When I came out, it was already over 10 years ago.  It’s amazing to me to look back and see how much things have changed (for the better) since then.  Gay marriage was not recognized when I came out, you couldn’t comfortably walk down the street holding hands with your partner, and forget options for having kids…those were still in the ice ages.   But things have definitely come a longggggg way since then.  There are currently 19 states that allow and recognize gay marriage.  Hell, there was the first transgender woman on the cover of Time Magazine this past month!  We are making progress!  

HECK YES

 Over those 10 years, I spent my entire professional career working for my family business, which specializes in women’s reproductive health.  The family business, Sepal Reproductive International, distributes Assisted Reproductive Technologies (ART)/devices and tests to doctors and patients all over the world.  AKA, we help couples make babies in a clinical sense.  I take pride in the fact that I have spent countless hours on the phone with women and couples, guiding them, giving friendly advice, or even just providing a listening ear to the emotionally taxing experience of trying to conceive.  I was recently asked in a radio interview if I take my work home with me or if I can leave it all behind?  This was a very simple question for me.  When I talk to a patient on the phone, it is impossible for me not to become invested in them and in their successes and failures.  Their success is my success, and I am constantly making myself available after work hours and thinking about these people all the time, hoping and wishing they have success in their journey of trying to conceive.  Now let me bring this all full circle for you…

As I mentioned, I came out when I was 21 years old.  At that time, I was not really thinking seriously about having a family of my own or how I would have a family when that time actually came.  Well, as you have read, the time did in fact come for me and my wife and you have seen how difficult and horrible the options we had to try and conceive at home were.  Being in the industry of helping couples get pregnant and also being a lesbian woman, I clearly had realized how few options there were for same sex couples to try and get pregnant at home and not have it be the most clinical and medicinal experience ever.  I have always had the desire to create something better for same sex couples and then one day, after another insemination of my wife with a damn needless syringe, I decided to take action.  I was sick and tired of everything my wife and I were going through and not to mention, my only involvement was squirting a stupid syringe into her vagina…NOT romantic or sexy at all.  I didn’t want to have to tell my kid someday that mommy and mama made him or her with a syringe.  It just didn’t seem right.  And the wheels began turning…

 

I have been told a dozen times how many people had the idea to make a dildo that would allow same sex couples to have sex and allow them to try and get pregnant so when I started researching it and saw that no one had actually ever created it, I was shocked and stunned.  I didn’t invent the most earth shattering thing like a Chia Pet or the Sham Wow (insert laughter), however, I did decide that it was time for someone to actually make this inseminating dildo a reality.  So I did, and the birth of The Semenette® happened. 

My pride and joy :)

The Semenette® was invented and designed to be a novelty sex toy that would allow couples to have intercourse and also mimic an ejaculation, therefore allowing them to use this to try and get pregnant at home in a romantic, private, fun and affordable way.  It was everything and more that I had wanted for my wife and I all along.  I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be able to make this idea a reality and here I am today, a year and a half later with my new business, my product The Semenette®, and most importantly, my greatest success story to date, my daughter.

I continue to work for the family business while I also run my new venture and promote my product, The Semenette®.  I have an even greater appreciation and passion for what I do.  I used to be able to say that I provided women and couples with advice and the medical tools to help them get pregnant but the doctors were always the ones that made it happen and now, I am beyond proud to say that I am providing something that women and couples can use in the privacy of their own home to try and conceive.  What makes it even better is seeing the many success stories along with my own.  Being able to give people something that helps their dream of having a family come true is the most rewarding thing in the world.  

I recently did a radio interview that I mentioned earlier in this entry and I welcome you to check it out.  It’s my favorite interview thus far and will give you more insight into my life and my story about The Semenette®.  You can listen to it here, http://spikefishradio.com/the-semenette/.  You can also check out my website, www.thesemenette.com.  It is my ultimate goal and hope that women and couples will be able to use The Semenette® not only to try and conceive but to have a little fun in the process as well.  Lord knows we all could something better than a damn turkey baster!    

Headlamps and Headstands

If only this was my actual hand...

I’ve talked many times thus far about how “unsexy” the home insemination process had been for my wife and I.  Well, I’m about to delve into the most unsexy part of our journey in our quest to conceive.  As if the turkey baster or syringe wasn’t unsexy enough, my wife and I were learning more and more with each insemination we performed and realizing things we could do differently and things that were missing and needed as well.  One of the major problems I would run into as the “inseminator” was not having enough hands for everything.  My wife would be laying back, legs open and ready to receive, and I would be there hovering over her, trying to prepare the syringe, speculum, sperm, lube, etc…  They also say it’s a good idea to try and use a flashlight so you can actually see what you are doing.  Essentially, I was supposed to be able to do all of the above while also inserting my fingers to find the opening of the cervix and then being able to do the insemination.  Legit, I needed 4 sets of hands in order to achieve all of this and that clearly wasn't an option.  So, we started thinking about which things we could make “hands free”.  You ready for this one?  Well, I wasn't.  We were out shopping one day and came across these headlamps.  They were very industrial looking, probably since we were at home depot (homo depot as I like to call it).  There was a 3 pack special on these headlamps and we thought it would be a good purchase to have at the house in case the power ever went out or we needed to go in the basement.  When we purchased these, we NEVER intended them to be used for what I'm about to use them for.  One afternoon at the house, after several unsuccessful inseminations and me wishing I had 15 hands, I saw the head lamps in a drawer.  I jokingly put one on and said to my wife “babe, look how sexy this is!”  We both chuckled and she said, “you should wear that when you inseminate me!”  At first, we both laughed again, but then I started thinking to myself how that wasn't actually a bad idea. 

SO NOT SEXY

Fast forward to our next insemination and we were packing our “goody bag” and I said, “I’m going to bring the head lamp, just in case”, not really thinking I would actually stoop so low as to wear it.  Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.  As I once again, fumbled around, needing way more hands than I had, I proceeded to put that hideously ugly head lamp around my head and turned it on.  It was like Christmas morning.  I didn't even care how ridiculous I looked and how my wife was laughing at me.  I felt like I had a new lease on life and a new set of hands to help!  Not to mention, it really did help having the light and being able to see better as to what I was doing.  As I look back and think about this, I often wonder how my wife can still actually find me sexy.  I mean, the thought of having to wear a headlamp while inseminating your wife truly is as awful as it sounds. 

This doesn't even do it justice

When I had those moments of wondering how my wife could still find me sexy, I started thinking how she probably felt the same way.  Although, I find her sexy no matter what, all day, every day, I can imagine she doubts that sitting there spread eagle while I accost her vagina looking for your cervix isn’t the sexiest thing in the world.  And then there were the headstands.  Yes, instead of propping her butt up onto a pillow (which we also did after each insemination), my wife was determined to take it to the next level and make those spermies swim to where they needed to go.  So after I inseminated her, she would have me put a pillow down on the ground, she would fly up off the bed and plop onto her head into a head stand against the nearest wall.  Sounds funny, right?  Looking back, I can certainly see the humor, but at the time, it was miz for shiz.  Having to watch my wife strain her neck and all the blood rushing to her head just so the damn sperm would swim to where it needed to go, it wasn’t a laughing matter. This wasn't pretty like a nice relaxing yoga class, this was some real shit. We obviously tried to make the best of it and would laugh at each other, but imagine the embarrassment when really thinking about the use of headlamps and doing headstands, just to get pregnant?! 

I can tell you this much, if I never see another headlamp again, it won’t be too soon.   And I don’t imagine my wife would willingly do another headstand unless she absolutely had to.  Bottom line, just when you think things can’t get any more unsexy, they do.  And that is what lesbians deal with when it comes to home insemination every day!  Unless…..   

Our First Trip to the Doctor

Tick Tock Tick Tock

A lot of people say, “timing is everything”.  When it comes to trying to conceive, that couldn’t be more true.  Timing really is everything in more ways than you can probably imagine.  There’s timing of your period, timing of your cervical mucus, timing of your ovulation, timing of your inseminations, I could go on and on.  When trying to conceive, it feels like the clock is often your worst enemy.  Waiting for the damn results of your OPK’s or pregnancy tests feels like what could be an eternity.  Is it a positive or a negative?  The clock just seems to tick so slowly in anticipation.  After receiving a bunch of negative pregnancy test results, my wife and I began to question so many things.  Was something wrong with her?  Was it me not inseminating her properly?  Was our timing off?  Was the sperm ok?  So many questions and not enough answers we could provide with our resources at home.  So, as much as we didn’t want to, we decided it was time to go consult with a doctor.  We had come to the realization that if we wanted to make this happen, we needed to make sure everything was ok with my wife and make sure there was no other medical reasons preventing us from getting pregnant.  We were not going to commit to any inseminations with the doctor, as we were dead set on doing this at home, even if it was with a turkey baster or needless syringe.  So, off to the baby doc we go.

It looks as bad as it actually feels.

I will say this much, going to the doctors office for any kind of anything isn’t fun.  Its just all around emotionally taxing, invasive and unpleasant.  My wife and I were told that if we were going to do a fertility consultation/workup, we would have to commit to testing for the duration of a month.  Luckily, our insurance covered this part…the only part.  The first visit we were given a ton of information about IUI’s and IVF and all of the things we were not interested in.  The doctor was nice but we weren’t feeling this whole medicinal experience already.  They advised us that they would monitor my wife’s menstrual cycle, her ovulation, how many eggs she produced, and do a lot of blood work.  Basically, my wife needed to prepare to be poked and prodded all over.  They did some initial blood work on that day (I believe they took something like 7 vials of blood from her) and told my wife to come back in a week between the hours of 6am-8am for some more fun stuff.  So, not only did she have to get poked and prodded, she had to get up at an ungodly hour.  I wouldn’t let her go alone so we would both proceed to get up at 5:30am on 4 separate occasions and drive 35 minutes to get blood work.  Good times indeed.

Although I clearly have my complaints about the doctor, I will say this much, they did help us uncover a few things going on that may have been factors in our ability to get pregnant.  The blood work revealed a few things that were actually quite a shock to us.  First, my wife found out that she had hypothyroidism.  When I heard the doctor say it, I was repeated in my mind, “hypowhaaaaaaaat”?  Then he explained that she had low estrogen levels as well.  Luckily, both things were very easily treated with some medication.  My wife had good eggs, which was huge and there were no other indications telling us that we would not be able to get pregnant.  PHEW.  Huge weight lifted.  However, the final bit of news that was uncovered was a bit scarier.  The doctor said that my wife was a carrier of cystic fibrosis.  This meant that if our donor was a carrier, there was a very high chance that the baby would be born with CF.  Very scary to think about, especially not knowing if our donor was a carrier or not.  Thankfully, we had our do some genetic testing which revealed he was NOT a carrier!  PHEW AGAIN!

After our month worth of visits to the doctor, they “recommended” that we do IUI’s with them.  They proceeded to explain that since we were a same sex couple, we would have to do 6 IUI’s that would not be covered by insurance before insurance would kick in.  They then mentioned that each IUI would cost approximately $1500 per try, and that did not include lab fees.  Yeah, no thanks.  The other thing that was troubling is that Massachusetts is one of the only states to provide full coverage of IVF for patients, that is, unless you are a same sex couple.  Don’t even get me started on how unjust and unfair that is.   My wife and I end up going back to a different doctor and I will explain that story later on… but don’t forget I mentioned this now.  You will learn why later.

You need a whole lot of this...

To get this.

I feel like I got all serious on you this week.  Next week is all about head lamps and head stands.  You won’t want to miss it.  Until then, happy baby making!

Pee on that stick!!!

Dip the stick in the toilet?

I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be so well versed on telling people how to pee on a stick.  Being that I have worked in the women’s reproductive health industry for the last 10 years and we sell an ovulation predictor kit, you can imagine how many women I have talked to about this.  I will never forget one woman that I spoke with.   She called our customer service line and had some questions about exactly how to pee on the stick.  I never thought it would be difficult to simply pee on a stick, but I suppose when you are trying to make a baby, you can never be too sure about anything.  Better safe than sorry I guess, at least for this woman.  She proceeded to ask me if she should hold her leg up on the toilet and put the stick under her leg or if she should dip the stick in the toilet water.  I honestly had to hold back my laughter.  I certainly wasn’t judging, as this was not the first time I was asked some “off the cuff” questions, but it gave me quite a giggle to imagine a woman dipping her ovulation stick into toilet water or the image of her holding her leg up while trying to pee on the stick.  Regardless, after 15 minutes of “coaching” I was able to talk her through the process and she was able to successfully pee on her stick. 

In the process of trying to make a baby, I feel like all women do is pee on sticks.  Whether it is to predict the timing of your ovulation or to test whether you were actually pregnant or not, there’s a lot of peeing on sticks that happens when trying to conceive.  I recall my wife having pee sticks in every purse she owned, in every bathroom we had in our house, and even hidden in the most obscure places.  And then when you actually have to interpret the results of the pee on a stick?  Forget it.  There are so many different brands and the way they tell you if it’s a positive or a negative can vary so drastically.  Some do the smiley or sad face, some just say yes or no, some make you interpret colors (as if peeing on the stick wasn’t hard enough).  And then there is the waiting for the results.  How can 5 minutes feel like 5 hours?  I can’t begin to explain how excruciating those 5 minutes would be when waiting for the results.  Over time, the OPK test’s get easier and easier because you know that if you get a negative and are not ovulating, you still have more chances to get a positive, so you don’t feel discouraged.  But waiting for the pregnancy test results was a whole other ball game.  Those were probably the toughest 5 minutes of the entire process. 

But back to the OPK’s.  There are so many options and so many different ways to interpret the sticks, how does one choose?!  The feminine care product aisle at your drugstore can be quite overwhelming.  Well, at least to me it used to be.  I would walk into that aisle and when looking at all of the options for ovulation predictors and pregnancy tests, it was like trying to pick a green M&M out of a bag of red M&M’s.  Who the heck knows which is the best or easiest to read?!  Luckily, I had a bit of knowledge going into this but my wife had her own preferences which did not overlap with my knowledge, so ultimately it didn’t even matter at the end of the day.  I bought what my wife liked.  Period end of story.  A valuable lesson learned early on in this process for me.  Just say yes to the wife and get what she wants.  Wait until I tell you about her pregnancy cravings and what trips to the grocery store used to look like for us… I’m pretty sure I ate cereal and ice cream for dinner at least twice a week.  Until then, don’t fret too much about peeing on sticks.  Just let it flow… 

Oh the places you will go...to inseminate.

As you have read from my previous entry, when you are eggulating and it’s time to inseminate, there’s no lengths you won’t go to.  When the time is right, the time is right!  This was certainly the case for my wife and I.  I mean, we inseminated in my parents condo which was so bizarre and weird.  I thought that would be the weirdest place we would ever inseminate but boy, was I wrong!  The thing about it is that, life still carries on, even when you are eggulating.  We have jobs, responsibilities and commitments and we can’t always have that oh so sacred moment of “basting” your partner.  I can recall several inseminations that were done in even more bizarre places than my parents condo…

Our baby making surroundings

Squirt Squirt

We would often inseminate at our baby daddy’s house.  Our baby daddy and his husband were so gracious to allow us to “do the deed” in their guest bedroom.  Let me set the scene for you… The drive to our baby daddy’s house was usually 45 minutes to an hour.   Upon passing a certain exit, we would text our donor and let him know it was time to “get to business” aka produce some baby batter.  Upon arriving at their house we would go inside, chat for a few minutes and then head upstairs to their guestroom where good smelling candles were always lit, the bed was always nicely made, towels were neatly folded on the bed, and the fresh cup of sperm was placed on the nightstand table.  It almost sounds too good to be true.  And now it was time to send those sperm to their home!  It’s not the easiest thing in the world to get comfortable in this “sexual” way knowing that just downstairs is your baby daddy and his husband but as I said, you gotta do what you gotta do!  I would clumsily try and navigate all of the “tools” we had for inseminating and then squirt away.  Don’t even get me started on the time I “pre ejaculated” some of the sperm in the syringe onto my wife’s leg.  That wasn’t one of my finer moments.  After I was done inseminating her, she would lie on the bed with her legs elevated for at least 20 minutes.  This was us thinking we could force those sperm to swim in the right direction.  My wife would sometimes even do head stands to assure those swimmers knew where to go.  And this was all while the guys were downstairs. 

Backseat baby making

Our inseminations didn’t stop there.  We were on our way to a wedding in NH and of course, my wife happened to be eggulating on the day we were going.  So, we did what any couple wanting a baby would do and we stopped at our baby daddy’s house on our way to the wedding, ran in, picked up some sperm and because we were running late to the wedding, we had to inseminate in my car.  Yes, you read that right, in my car.  Not to mention that my sister was riding with us so we decided to make her useful as well.  We literally had my sister stand in front of us in our baby daddy’s driveway with a towel covering us, my wife laid in the back seat and I proceeded to inseminate her…very quickly.  Talk about romance.  I often thought about having to explain to our future child where he or she might have been conceived.  "You were conceived in the back of mommy's car! YAY!" 

The bottom line here is that there are no exceptions to the rule when it comes to making a baby.  You will do whatever it takes wherever necessary, clearly.  A good day was being able to inseminate in the privacy of our own home, even though it still was with a damn needleless syringe.  The sexiness continues…

The First Insemination...

Romatical...

Picture this… Getting dressed all fancy like, glass of champagne in hand, beautiful dinner with your partner, good bottle of wine, dessert, and then home for a night cap and round 2 of dessert aka sexy time with your lovah.  It’s the perfect and most romantical date night you could imagine.  Sounds magical, right?  Well, this kind of date might be a reality on some nights but this was not the kind of “date” my wife and I had when we did our first insemination.  In fact, the first insemination was nothing short of horrible, awkward, laughable, and disastrous.   The idea of romance when your wife’s legs are spread eagle in the air and you are holding a syringe full of sperm is nothing short of “national geographic”.  Here’s the reality of what our “date” looked like… 

It was the summertime so my wife was actually working with me at my office a few days a week.  At least this made it ideal for us to be able to keep a close eye on her eggulation and be ready to go whenever necessary.  Yay for spontaneity!  My wife tested early that morning and saw that her ovulation was starting to peak.  We put in “the call” to our baby daddy and we set up a sperm drug deal for early that afternoon.  Since this was our first insemination, we were extremely excited, nervous, anxious and were feeling all the emotions you can feel when you are about to try and create a baby.  I was feeling fairly confident in my insemination abilities since I had worked in the women’s reproductive health industry for the past 10 years.  I had talked so many women through using a cervical cup and using a syringe at home to inseminate, I figured this would be easy for me. 

The device.

The animal...

I met our baby daddy outside, picked up the brown bag o sperm, called to the wife who was waiting in my office and then it was time to make this happen.  Here’s the catch, we were in my office, not near our home or bedroom.  Where the heck were we doing to do this?  The best option that we came up with??? My parents condo was just a block away and since time is of the essence, we figured we had no better option other than my parents place.  My first thoughts were, yuck, ewww, gross, ughhhhh, and no.  And then the instinct and reality set in and I said to myself, fuck it, doesn’t matter where we do this if we are able to have success.  So, we proceeded to walk to my parents condo, brown bag in hand and another small tote filled with sperm friendly lube, a plastic duck billed platypus (aka speculum), and needless syringes.  Ohhhhh sooooo sexy!

Sexy?  More like scary.

Upon entering my parents house, we both agreed that we would “do this” in their spare bedroom.  My wife proceeded to take her pants off and assume the position!  This position was knees up, butt scooted towards the edge of the bed with a small pillow under her butt to prop her up and she was ready for me.  As she was getting herself in position, I was also doing my own preparation and getting my "tools" ready.  This included loading the syringe with the sperm.  This was more gross than I imagined.  Again, I have touched sperm before but when you have been out of that game for as many years as I had, it brought back all those memories as to why I wanted to get as far away from it as possible.  I told her I was ready and explained that I was going to find her cervix first.  Talk about awkward and NOT sexy.  It’s like, oh hey wifey, let me accost your vagina and try and find your cervix while you lay there and do nothing.  Awesome.  And then my nerves set in.  I was struggling with all sorts of things.  I thought I had found her cervix but I kept second guessing myself.  Then it was the issue of simply not having enough hands for the job.  I had to get the speculum in, hold the syringe, hold a flashlight (yes a flashlight) so I could have some attempt at seeing what I was doing, and it was nothing short of a hot mess and disaster.  My wife kept trying to calm me down and we would have a laugh or two in between the nerves. I finally was able to unloaded the sperm into my wife and after i was done, felt like I had run a marathon.  There is this urban myth that says if a woman has an orgasm after an insemination it will help the spermies get swallowed up by the cervix.  Since there is no scientific data supporting or negating this theory, we both wondered what to do.  I mean, I was just looking inside my wife’s vagina with a flashlight, how were either of us to get “in the mood”?  We decided against the big O for now also due to the fact that we were in my parents condo.  It just didn't seem right.  My wife thought she would elevate her legs over her head for awhile to help the sperm swim in the right direction instead and so we (I) sat there trying to comfort her as she lay like a gymnast.  

Sadly and not surprisingly, that insemination was unsuccessful.  I was disappointed but mostly frustrated.  I knew it was only the first time but it was nothing short of horrifying.  And the inseminations only got more hilarious and awkward from there.  I'll share those as we continue on this journey together.  The one thing I kept thinking to myself was, there has to be something better than needless syringes and speculums…  

Sperm Drug Deals

Cup o' Sperm

Ever pictured yourself meeting a guy on the street to pick up a brown bag containing sperm?  Yeah, neither did I.  This whole process of trying to make a baby contained A LOT of firsts for my wife and I.  After we secured our baby daddy as you know, the next task at hand was actually getting our hands on the sperm.  Aren’t lesbians trying to get away from sperm by choosing to be with women?  I know I was.  I had my days of “dealing” with sperm and I was all set with them.  But here I was, about to plunge right back into the wonderful world of semen.  (Insert gag reflex).   I suppose the upside to having to come in contact with sperm again was this time it was not going to be anywhere on my body (or mouth) and it would be the source of my potential child.  For that reason alone, I was totally willing to make an exception and get my hands dirty…literally.  Not in the way you might think.  Our donor was “taking care of business” on his own (thank goodness), so all I had to do was open the cup and get that semen inside my wife.  Not as easy as you might think.  I’ll share that story in a later entry because it deserves its own post. 

  

Am I eggulating?!

Back to the collection and acquiring of our sample.  This is in short how the scenario would go.  My wife would diligently test her ovulation to see when she was in her peak baby making time.  She would often know it was time because normally she never has to wear deodorant but when she was ovulating her right armpit would require some.  Oddly enough, that was a better signal of her ovulating than the pee sticks themselves.  Ohhh the wonderful pee sticks.  We had lots of those on hand and all different brands to make sure we wouldn’t miss the peak time.  When we were sure we had that dark line or smiley face we would text our baby daddy and say, “it’s time!”  He called her ovulating “eggulating”, a term I have grown to love.  So, my wife would eggulate and we would coordinate a “meeting” of either us driving to their house or him driving to meet us.  I had previously given him some sterile plastic cups for him to use to collect the baby batter.  We had several pick up and drops offs of sperm but the one that stands out the most to me is the one where our donor met me outside of my place of employment.  

Sperm Drug Deals 

My office is located in what some might call a sketchy area.  It’s been known to have prostitutes, happy ending massage parlors and lots of drug deals.  When my donor and I were planning on meeting, it felt very much like your average drug deal in the area except the contents in the brown bag were a warm cup of sperm.   Quite different from a bag of drugs.  Our donor pulled up in his truck in front of my office, texted me that he was outside where I proceeded to meet him.  He rolled down his window and handed me a brown paper bag containing our baby batter.  We chatted for a few minutes but time is always of the essence when holding onto a warm brown bag of sperm so he drove off and our “drug deal” was complete.  It was more laughable than awkward.  Our baby daddy was so great about making this whole part of the process not awkward which was just another reason why he was such a perfect choice for us.  Let me take a minute to give kudos to all the donors out there.  While it might seem fun and easy for a man to ejaculate on demand, it’s not and they are doing us such an amazing thing by donating their swimmers to our quest for a baby, so props to all the baby daddy donors out there.  And so now, with sperm in hand, the drug deal was complete and now it was time to get those spermies into my wife’s cervix! 

Next stop, insemination boulevard…