Congrats MAF that's great news. Remember, we only want to know the good bits, please.
Welcome home lyra. Sorry, but big banners & flags are banned, a la Glasto & Reading & Leeds.
Soooo, the boyf saw the GP last night. No lecture re baggy pants & lifestyle, just told to jizz in a pot. She told him to not get excited for 3 days before, then get the sample to the hospital within 1 hour. Of course he could perform in the hospital to save the rush - they have special rooms with magazines. Ah, the romance of it. A RL friend works in the hospital near fertility clinic & told us a story of how she was at her desk minding her own business when a fella ran in, frantic, with a pot of man-fat asking where the fertility clinic was as he had 1 hour to deliver the goods. So not only does the boyf have to perform under pressure, he has to avoid RL mate.
Anyway, back to GP. She gave him the necessary form but didn't have the right colour pot (?) so told him to ask receptionist. This is where it turned into a game of medical Give Us A Clue.
Boyf please can I have a universal sample pot
Receptionist - certainly. Urine of faeces (sp?)
Boyf - eh, neither.
Receptionist - ok
Sorry, did you say urine or faeces?
Boyf - eh, still neither.
He eventually got a pot.
However, day 31 & still no RTOD so maybe he won't need it after all. Shame, I was quite looking forward to mocking him.......
Anyway, off to clean house from top to bottom in a crazy nesting way.