Why yes, it IS a giant tank of Sperm!
Yep. That’s right. This two mom family has decided to try for baby two. We’ve been on the fence, going back and forth, debating the timing for a few months now and ultimately decided to go for it!
And soooo…..today I drove into downtown L.A. to pick up “the little swimmers”, as one of my best friends has taken to calling it. There was an accident on the freeway (of course; this is L.A.) and it took over an hour to get there. Luckily, it’s a beautiful day so I rolled the windows down, tuned into my favorite radio station and used the time to think about what it will be like to be pregnant and wonder about what this next little one will be like.
When I arrived, I pulled into the loan visitor parking space and walked into the lobby. “I have a scheduled pickup” I said to the smiling face at the desk. “Your name?” she said. I gave my name and she gave me a paper to sign and then handed over the “specimen” (her word, not mine). As I walked away she said, “Make sure you keep it upright and don’t expose it to sunlight.” I stopped, turned slowly, and said “So, I shouldn’t leave it in the back of my car when I get back to work.”
She looked at me, smiled, and said “I wouldn’t recommend it, honey.”
Oh boy. Hello, curveball. Why didn’t I think of this? We’ve never picked it up before so how was I supposed to know. I can’t take it home; it’s too far out of the way. I can’t carry it into work, can I?
That’s exactly what I did, in a canvas shopping bag with my jacket thrown over the top and my purse next to it. I took every back hallway and door I could and walked really fast. The whole time waiting for someone to say, “Is that a giant tank of sperm?”
No one did. Phew!! In fact, I only saw one person and she didn’t appear to notice. Now it’s stashed under my desk until quittin’ time where I will retrace the steps of my entry and count my lucky stars I work in a small hotel with a small full-time staff.