Hormonal attachment

There was an episode of Sex and the City, where Carrie decides she is going to "take a LOVAH," but after she does, she ends up suddenly feeling like she cannot be casual, and she wonders if women have a special hormonal trigger of some sort that causes them to get attached after having sex.

I postulate that yes, and furthermore, you don't really need the sex per se.

I got inseminated last week. It feels very strange to put that out there, but since this whole ordeal started, I've really lost my sense of shame, privacy, or the delicate nature of the whole conception business. It's a process just like any other process.

This post isn't about that, although, I could probably write another post about just that.

So, I got inseminated last week.

When I went to the first appointment, I met with this mother hen-like Indian woman, who all but patted my hand as she explained the proposed sequence of events to me. The insemination fell on a weekend, so it was the doctor on call who got to do it. The doctor on call was actually the chief of the department, but turned out to be a) a man, b) young, c) chatty, d) funny, e) WASPY, f) a doctor (goes without saying, but I have a thing, what!...).

I've never had a male girlie parts doctor before, and I was all bejiggety about it. Could I really expose my fading bikini wax to a man I've never met? What if, what if and what if!! Then I thought, whatever, I stare at god knows what all day long. I can't be the worst thing he's gonna see all day.

So, after the initial get-to-know you talk, we proceeded.

After testing the speculum temperature on my thigh, he decided he was going to "talk me through it" because he "didn't want to hurt me," although, as I pointed out, by this time in my life, I've had a number of these sorts of interactions.

I dig the protective vibe, and always have.

After, he said, "Sex?" I'm like, "eh?" He said, "Sex, over the next 2 to 3 days... at least 2 to 3 times. If you can. That way you can argue with your husband about who did it if you get pregnant, me or him."

Okay, he didn't say that last part, the "me or him," because that might have been inaproppriate, but it would have been really funny. So I might have said it or thought it, I'm not sure.

Then, he shook my hand, said, "Good luck," and walked out.

And I'm all...

What, that's it??

Call me....

And felt strangely elated all day...

WTF.

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ice cream addict (=^_^=) said…
your writings/stories are so funny. :) love reading it.
May 6, 2009 at 9:12 PM
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