Brown Chicken, Brown Cow

Posted at April 10th, 2010 by cosmo

So this evening, while Dashiell played with his new blue Ikea wagon, DaddyO put the 1960’s Playboy jazz LP I just found on the junk hunt with Pa on the hi-fi, and I busted out the needles and the drugs, and we started to make a baby.

Maybe.

We hope.

Funny after all the classes we took last time, and the refresher course my nurse just gave me last week, and all the times I used those skills in the, er, office, that when it came down to doing it again….

I HAD COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN EVERTHING.

That probably also has to do with the stress of the trying to mix the proper doses in the proper needle while having a small blue wagon run repeatedly into my leg.

Hopeful Headline Reads: Playboy Records (and a little blue wagon from Ikea) Got Me Pregnant.

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