Thursday, October 22, 2009
I know that I probably won't get much support from the ladies out there when I moan and groan about my upcoming semen analysis (SA) on Monday.
Yes, I know your tests are much worse. Yes, I know that your tests are much more invasive. More painful. More awkward.
I will give you all that. And then some. No arguments.
But the SA is no walk in the park either! Even tossing aside the embarrassment of walking into the lab and trying to work up the courage to do the deed with Mr. Righty or Mr. Lefty, the SA is absolutely, positively no fun.
Why? Two words. No sex. The two scariest word to ever be uttered to a man. What do you mean, no sex? You mean for a few hours? Minutes?
Wait. You mean days? As in plural? As in a possible multitude of days?
Yes, I have been banished to the land of no sex until my SA on Monday. This is brutal. I'm a guy. I have needs.
My wife rolled her eyes and laughed when I lamented this news.
But surely someone out there feels a tiny bit sorry for me?