ART replaces sex in many different facets of the life of an infertile person. Yesterday, in the toilet of a boeing 747-400, I joined the Mile High Club. Me, and a tube of crinone. Anyone with a passing rememberance of high school science and/or previous air travel will be able to work out where this is going in advance.
You see, at altitude, air pressure decreases and things expand. If the crinone user, like the aircraft, is on autopilot as they carefully tap the contents of the tube down to the business end of the applicator, breaking the seal will result in twelve dollars' worth of progesterone exploding all over the cubicle.
Pregnancy brain? Time will tell.
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I have always thought joining the mile high club would be fun. Just not with crinone.
Niiiiiiice, Bea! LOL
Was there some choice swear words after this happened?!? ;)
Oh my, I would never had thought !
It made me laugh though, I bet it didn't make you laugh at the time.
Good times.
ha ha ha... that made me laugh. very much so. ha ha ha. I have a mental picture in my head. This could have happened me really.
oops... Well, you may have not had your way with the Crinone, but you certainly have a way with words :-)
Tons of fun!
Just when I think I've heard everything about infertility treatments...now that's one that offers a memorable visual!
I can visualize this rather vividly. Is it OK that I am snickering?
I hope it becomes a funny story you can tell your grandchildren.
Oh man...Im sorry to giggle, but I just cant help it. Im sorry for the mishap!
Argh! All over the cubicle and yourself I suppose.
There's a mental image :)
Oh my Gosh - that gave me a good giggle... not sure whether to say congrats or not??
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