Strike Three

Well, bang on time, as regular as clockwork, my already suffering 'nads have received a swift kick.

We haven't managed to conceive this month either.

Thats three months, we are both (just) in our 20's, reasonably healthy, with a beer and the occasional coffee being our only vices.

...At what point does one begin to worry...

And The Beat Goes On

As the old saying goes, doesn't time fly when you have your willie in a sling.

It seems another month has almost passed us by, and by the end of this week we'll know again if we have conceived and I can face our bedroom without an ache bellowing up from my groin or if we have to go for it all over again, and again, and again....

Incidentally, if it doesn't work out this time, I can see through a scan of my calendar that we will be playing host and hostess to my in-laws right about the time we should be playing vicar and divorcee. Hardly a prospect to get you in the mood.

But, wait, then again....

Escaping With My Life

It seems my problems with years and dates stems further than my own date of birth. I previously mentioned that I've been with my wife for almost 9 years in all, when in fact, it has been painfully pointed out to me that it is, in fact, nearly 10.

LM: Can you believe that we will be 2 years married in a few weeks.

Moi: No, pet, its amazing isn't it how fast time goes, and 9 years overall.

LM: Er...say what now ?

Moi: Say what now what, petal ?

LM: It's not 9 years, its 10.

Moi: Nah, it's only 9 pet.

LM: Tell me you are kidding or I'm going to disembowel you with a rusty spoon.

(madness ensues as I continue to claim its been 9 and not 10, and when the dust settles and the police have left, we continue)

Moi: So, 10 years eh pet ?

LM: You scum sucking, pig man half fool, tell me, how could you get it SOOOOOOO wrong ?

(at this point I wanted to point out that as an IT consultant, being just 10% out in timeline estimation is not all that bad, but I didn't, so as my heart raced into self preservation mode I searched the caverns of my brain for an acceptable response)

Moi: Well petal, when I'm with you, time goes by so fast, so enjoyable has it been...

LM: You rotting, festering crawler....

Moi: Upstairs then ?

LM: ...OK.

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As an aside, I've decided I detest the template for this blog, but I'm loathed to attempt to change it.

...and more importantly, it's just about a week to 10 days before we have an idea if we've defied all that's good and rightous regarding genetics and procreation and been succesful in conceiving our own wee WGCB.

How to keep occupied till then eh ?

Moi: Oh Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal.....