Chicken Shit
Okay, so we need to talk to Dick the Donor (DtD) in order to move forward. Everything hinges on this. And I'm going completely insane. I visit him today. We talk about the weather. Pruning trees. Dry wall, for pete's sake. Water heaters. Washers and dryers.
What don't we talk about?
SPERM.
I'm going to go pound my head into the wall now.
posted by Sacha @ 9:29 PM
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3 Comments:
if you are bribing him with cooking why not make sperm-shaped brownies... then you have to forgoe the brownies in order to skip the conversation - LOL
and, I can only speak for myself here, I would MUCH rather talk about sperm and have chocolate than forget the sperm-chat! LOL
LOL. I feel you, Megan and Sacha. A couple years ago, when we were planning to ask friends to co-parent with us, we planned a trip to see them, spent a week sleeping on their couch, discussed old times, the state of the nation, everything EXCEPT what we were there to discuss. In our case, it was the beginning of our realization that we didn't WANT them to co-parent. Sounds like in your case, it's just nerves. Good luck!
It's so hard to talk about the sperm thing! When our hopefully-known-donor came around for "the talk" it took us about 3 hours, 4 cups of tea and 6 home-made fruit buns to get down to the nitty gritty. It felt like the elephant in the middle of the room that no-one's talking about!
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