I went to my doctor today to pick up the cup for DH's SA tomorrow. We had plans with my ILs right after work (FIL's birthday) so we didn't get to discuss the plan until we were on our way home (what time the lab opens, have to be there within an hour, etc) Of course, by this time it was dark, so I threw the bag and instructions in my purse, brought it inside when we got home, and laid everything out on the kitchen table. DH went downstairs to get his phone charger and when he came back upstairs, I was in the middle of demonstrating putting the cup between my boobs to transport it to the lab. He had this look on his face like ^o) and I was like what? I read (here) that you should transport it like this, ok? He said "semen on boobs, that's hot. Semen in cup on boobs, not so much"
I put the cup back down on the table and went into the family room. He picked the cup up and told me he is going to name "her" Emily. He then proceeded to go upstairs with the cup, saying that tomorrow morning he is going to make "sweet sweet love" to her and that she better prepare herself now.
I could.not.stop laughing.
It's moments like these that I am so glad I have a partner with whom I can laugh and make light of a pretty shitty situation.