Hey, folks, today is I-Day–Insemination Day. I’m going in to “hand in my sample”, in the hopes that I can get Mrs. Propski pregnant.
This is our third attempt. The first ended in miscarriage, the second didn’t take. I can use all the positive thoughts you can give me, folks. We’ve been trying for about 2 years now, and it’s beginning to wear us down. I’m not sure how much more disappointment my wife can take, so I really hope this is the one.
Let’s get that positive vibe going…
Hey Guy, you got all my positive energy. Good luck to you and your wife.
Good luck, dude. Give the guys a pep talk before handing them over. Worked for me. Too well. 
If you’d like, I can try and rustle up some cheerleaders for ya for the sidelines.
Seriously, Good Luck! I’m hoping for you. My uncle went through this years ago. Now he has four kids. It’ll happen. My best wishes to you.
Good luck, here’s hoping we hear some happy news in a month or so!
I will think happy, procreation related thoughts in your honor. Best of luck!
I’m sending you my positive thoughts. C.O.D. of course!!
Here’s to a large, unruly Propski Clan!!
Okay, I’m back, and thanks for your support. I don’t mean to brag, but my count was 69 million of those little bad boys, so I hope at least one of them knows which way to swim.
I think I’ve found a new career. I want to be the guy that buys porn mags for fertility clinic collection rooms. I’ve gone through this about 4 times now, and they had new mags everytime. I was surprised to see a copy of “Playboy”; next to “Cheri”, “Club”, and “Heavy Hangers”, “Playboy” looks like the “Saturday Evening Post.”
I’ve got a good feeling about this. Two weeks until the first blood test…
Waitaminnit, nobody * plans* to have kids. They just sorta happen. And then quiet weddings just sorta happen.
Spider, my friend, the decision to have this baby has resulted in planning more complicated than the Normandy invasion. Mrs. Propski and I have made dozens of trips back and forth to the clinic for tests, blood samples, “other” samples, ultrasounds, and so on. Then there’s the mass of pills that my sweety had to take, followed by the shots that she had to give herself (plus the big honkin’ needle I had to shove into her Sunday night), and so on and so on. I’m beginning to think it would be a lot simpler to just buy a baby on the black market.
If he can’t do it…well, don’t look at me!!!
Good luck Guy. 69 *million? Impressive. Not that I know what a normal count is, but it sure sounds like a lot.
:: Sending positive karmic waves in your direction ::
Nobody likes a braggart
<finding positive energy ray and warming it up>
<pointing in appropriate direction>
<browns out grid by turning it on the ‘egads!’ setting>
Crinck!
<adjustment knob falls to floor in a million peices>
<Wonko walks out of attic, locks door and swallows the key>