Comments on: The turkey baster has no clothes

By: Tamara Granger

Tamara Granger — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 07:53:31 +0000

Okay, I was laughing my !ss off reading the beloveds and your reactiong xD I think we have a Gold Star in that scene or maybe two
So even when insulting the lack of penis in the process, men still get their way making people believe that a turkey baster is needed…once againg thinking too highly of themselves…
also I think the donor chum could have used a little make-up-lie a little- in the story to protect some self-esteem .. but hey it worked..twice

By: Thinking Bloggery at LesbianDad

Thinking Bloggery at LesbianDad — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 18:46:48 +0000

[...] [Later note: Yegods! And then there was Blue Milk, an Aussie feminist mum blogger who tagged me in Augtust! See, it’s that thick of a fog. She was ever so kind in her post, and closed her description with the tart observation (in reference to my post on turkey basters and their discontents) “sperm, you are powerful but ridiculous.”] [...]

By: Thinking blogger is also slack blogger (and 10 + blogs to love) « blue milk

Thinking blogger is also slack blogger (and 10 + blogs to love) « blue milk — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 05:52:30 +0000

[...] Lesbian Dad, man can she write. And she punctuates her perfectly written posts with perfect photographs. In posts like this one Â and this she reminds me that it isÂ unnecessarily hard work being a family outside the sanctified little heterosexual nuclear family model in thisÂ stupid world. Lesbian Dad specialises in beautifully observedÂ descriptions of life with a toddlerÂ (and now another baby too),Â with all their little challengesÂ and yeah, this too. But this post hereÂ is still my favourite, sperm, you are powerful but ridiculous. Â Â [...]

By: Conceiving children can feel very silly « blue milk

Conceiving children can feel very silly « blue milk — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 11:08:57 +0000

[...] Conceiving children can feel very silly This delightful and insightful post, The turkey baster has no clothesÂ from LesbianDad reminded me that intentionally conceiving children can feel very silly. Whether you’re conceiving them theÂ intercourse wayÂ (see, that even sounds silly) or theÂ insemination way the process soon seems to veer off into the ludicrous. As I postedÂ here, we dedicated a serious month to getting pregnant with our daughterÂ (yeah a month, we’ve verrry dedicated like that) only to discover that sex for procreation was some of the silliest sex on earth. Thankfully I got pregnant in the first month because I was already reduced to fits of giggles at the thought of this sex, how much more could IÂ take?Â [...]

By: Chris

Chris — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 02:22:54 +0000

Back when we still got the juice delivered to our doorstep (FedEx in the boonies is definitely an experience), we couldn’t afford the LN tank so we had to use dry ice. I’d get a call at work and then stop by on my way home to pick some up. Massively huge gloves and a red shopping basket later, I had to remind the checkout clerk not to touch it. And they always had to look it up in their little book. By the time I got home, half of it would be gone. Then we’d shove it all in the freezer (the minuscule vial inside of a huge Styrofoam box packed with dry ice) and wait for the big O.

The checkout kids never asked what the dry ice was for, but you could tell they wanted to. I’m not sure if they thought I was an obsessive theater nerd or baking drugs in my basement.

I’ll never forget the conversation we had to have with the preschool teacher when our oldest told her the mailman had left a baby on our front porch. She ended up learning more about AI than she ever wanted to.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 21:08:00 +0000

That is fabulous. Especially the driving off with the question mark still dangling in the air.

By: IrreverendAmy

IrreverendAmy — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 21:03:34 +0000

Hmmm. . . . We’ve got a nice big freezer in our garage. Maybe we should go into business.

We didn’t have any cute names for the goo of life or the guys who provided it (we called them, unoriginally, by their donor numbers). I really like Freezer Pop.

For me, The Tank was the defining metaphor for the ridiculousness of the whole process. It also made it difficult to be discreet. Once I was coming back from an IUI and swung through a drive-up coffee joint across the way, where the cashier was about three times the age of your average barista and twice as nosy, in a friendly, “how’re ya doin’ hon” waitressy way. She spied The Tank in the backseat and said “what’s that for?”

I said, “Kidney transplant.”

If I’d stuck to that story, she would have believed me, I swear. She said, “Really?” and looked geared up to commiserate. She was almost nice enough to tell my whole TTC story to, but not out my car window in a suburban supermarket parking lot. I just said, “Nah, I’m just kidding,” and drove off with my mocha.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 20:18:02 +0000

This is so edifying. Looks like a synopsis, or something, ought to go over onto LesbianFamily.org.

Also: Freezer Pop! Freezer Pop! The whole beeswax is rife with monikers.

Okay, I know: a LesbianFamily.org post on AI VOCABULARY WORDS any novice should know. Both for edification and for entertainment value. Okay, here I go.

[Later note: Oops! MA State legislator votes against same-sex marriage ban! Can't scoop that news for a while. But the AI Vocab is so my next LesFam post!]

By: Liza

Liza — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 19:32:26 +0000

I forgot — an incidental observation on the subject of freezers and other overhead costs.

We recently moved our last 4 vials of Freezer Pop from Big Famous Bank to our local feminist health center. BFB has been charging us $35/month to leave the freezer on; the not-for-profit feminists will be charging us $10/month.

Yes, lots of overhead. But also lots of profit. Anyone want to go in with me on a really big freezer?

By: Liza

Liza — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 19:26:42 +0000

We were living in metro DC when we started our TTC journey, so we went with the Big Suburban Bank with which I imagine most of you are familiar.

The online shopping experience was nothing short of surreal. Especially when we discovered the price differential for a donor with an advanced degree. On the one hand — ridiculous. Any educational influences that the child might need, we were 100% confident we could and would provide.

On the other hand, this is not an area of life in which bargain shopping seems desirable.

Having earlier established that sperm are a qualified medical expense that can be paid for using the Health Care Flexible Spending Account available through my office (heh — how’s that for a customer service call?), we decided that we simply would not use the advanced degree information as a decisionmaking criterion. If “Mr Right” had one, we’d pay for it; if not, lucky us.

We got down to 2 potential donors, and then bought all available info on both. One had a PhD and one had no advanced degree. During the audio interviews, my partner had one of Those Moments where she Just Knew. Lucky for our finances, the feeling was in favor of the guy with no advanced degree.