Chandler’s been taking “joking through the pain” a little too far following his and Monica’s disappointing news (he’s got immobile sperm, she’s got an inhospitable womb, let’s call the whole thing off…)
They’ve bounced back pretty quick, and immediately started looking at other options. Why not? No time like the present.
Their options are: Surrogacy or Donor. Which is best? There’s only one way to find out… FIGHT!!
Once they let me back in the room, we continued the discussion. Seems to me that, either way, one of them gets the short straw. With surrogacy, Monica misses out on the “experience” of pregnancy. With a donor Chandler has to grapple with the knowledge the child isn’t, technically, his.
This is one of those things where, before going through it, I would’ve written off Chandler’s worries. Surely it doesn’t matter? And on the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t. But I now know how little control over your thoughts you have once you become a parent. And I’m not sure I’d like to go through sleep deprivation again with further complications for the thoughts in my head to latch onto.
Also, having seen what the “experience” of pregnancy actually entails, I’m not sure I’d say Monica is missing out. But I understand the drive.
So they start looking for a donor. Sadly, I’m no longer able to fill that requirement.
I sometimes think I missed my calling there, given how lucky we were to conceive so quickly. Annoyingly, having a vasectomy doesn’t seem to stop you getting targeted ads for sperm donation. No matter how many times I shout about the vasectomy into my phone. So I’m constantly having it rubbed in that I can no longer do the only thing I’ve ever exhibited a natural talent in.
Like Joey, I did offer to help when some of our friends were having difficulty, but my wife shot that down. She ruins all the fun.
And so, it’s onto other options. Chandler invites a colleague “Zack” round for dinner, and they scope him out like a pair of serial killers. Errm excuse me? What about Gunther?? He’s right there.
They ask him a host of inappropriate questions, including if his family has a history of mental illness.
Hrrm, maybe it’s good I never donated.
The world is crazy enough as it is.
In the end they decide to adopt, and imagine themselves going straight to baby. Which… seems unlikely? I’m pretty sure that’s the rarest kind of adoptee you can find.
Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about orphans like they’re Pokemon™.
“The One Where I Talk About My Sperm”
I have to confess I got a little confused this week when Phoebe said she was hung up on someone. It took me a while to remember she’s no longer with Paul Rudd. Can’t quite believe that was four months ago. Yet here we are.
He’s going to be at a party she’s going to. Rachel, once she puts down her copy of Cosmo™, agrees to take her and Charlie out clothes shopping. Am I missing out on clothes shopping? It seems like a fun thing to do with the guys, having a nice chat, refreshing your wardrobe, yet I’ve never done it.
Guess we’re too busy getting our junk out in saunas.
This leaves Rachel in the unenviable position of having to take the woman who’s stealing BOTH her men shopping. She, somehow, forgets they’re in the same shop and confesses to Phoebe about Joey and… oh, what a surprise, Charlie hears. Who would have thought.
At least I’m managing to keep up with Rachel’s tangled web of love? I think I can be forgiven for forgetting about Rudd. I’ve been super busy since then, balancing my multiple projects. On that front there’s a bit of exciting news. Ross may be about to take the guys to a convention in Barbados. Well I’m about to take a trip to New York!
I can’t say too much at this point, but will hopefully be able to fill you in on some details soon. It’s going to be great going back, though a little sad to do it without my wife this time. I worry if it wont have the sheen of before? But I’m excited to go and see what comes of it.
Hopefully my Friends actually make it to Barbados. Ross hasn’t confirmed his position yet, first he’s got to convince his boss, who’s fallen asleep in the interview. I don’t really see the problem here. Ross should just wake him up, and he’d be so embarrassed he’d give him the position, surely?
It’s not unlike the time earlier in the summer when a man was falling asleep during one of my gigs. I had to stop to check he wasn’t dead! No, just up past his bedtime and bored of the show. Perhaps less insulting if he was dead.
And it’s nearly my bedtime too, so let's briefly go back to Phoebe. In the end she ditched the party. But for a very exciting reason! She ran into David the Science Guy again! He’s back from Minsk, after finally proving it was impossible to do the thing he wanted to do. Hah. Classic physicist…
But he’s seeing someone… Oh no, wait, he’s lying. Get in. Maybe this is it? The timing’s finally right at last!
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
A while back I had some fun pretending my daughter was giving me a haircut.
A few days ago, my wife ran downstairs brandishing a lock of hair.
“She’s given him a haircut!” she shouted. Oh crap.
It turned out my attempts to indulge in a bit of make believe had had real life consequences. She’d gone into the drawer, taken out a pair of scissors, and properly cut chunks out of his hair!
All I can say is it’s a good job she couldn’t reach my electric shaver. Or we might have ended up with a toddler with a skinhead.
Hang on, that’s not a bad idea for Halloween…
They’ve bounced back pretty quick, and immediately started looking at other options. Why not? No time like the present.
Their options are: Surrogacy or Donor. Which is best? There’s only one way to find out… FIGHT!!
Once they let me back in the room, we continued the discussion. Seems to me that, either way, one of them gets the short straw. With surrogacy, Monica misses out on the “experience” of pregnancy. With a donor Chandler has to grapple with the knowledge the child isn’t, technically, his.
This is one of those things where, before going through it, I would’ve written off Chandler’s worries. Surely it doesn’t matter? And on the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t. But I now know how little control over your thoughts you have once you become a parent. And I’m not sure I’d like to go through sleep deprivation again with further complications for the thoughts in my head to latch onto.
Also, having seen what the “experience” of pregnancy actually entails, I’m not sure I’d say Monica is missing out. But I understand the drive.
So they start looking for a donor. Sadly, I’m no longer able to fill that requirement.
I sometimes think I missed my calling there, given how lucky we were to conceive so quickly. Annoyingly, having a vasectomy doesn’t seem to stop you getting targeted ads for sperm donation. No matter how many times I shout about the vasectomy into my phone. So I’m constantly having it rubbed in that I can no longer do the only thing I’ve ever exhibited a natural talent in.
Like Joey, I did offer to help when some of our friends were having difficulty, but my wife shot that down. She ruins all the fun.
And so, it’s onto other options. Chandler invites a colleague “Zack” round for dinner, and they scope him out like a pair of serial killers. Errm excuse me? What about Gunther?? He’s right there.
They ask him a host of inappropriate questions, including if his family has a history of mental illness.
Hrrm, maybe it’s good I never donated.
The world is crazy enough as it is.
In the end they decide to adopt, and imagine themselves going straight to baby. Which… seems unlikely? I’m pretty sure that’s the rarest kind of adoptee you can find.
Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about orphans like they’re Pokemon™.
“The One Where I Talk About My Sperm”
I have to confess I got a little confused this week when Phoebe said she was hung up on someone. It took me a while to remember she’s no longer with Paul Rudd. Can’t quite believe that was four months ago. Yet here we are.
He’s going to be at a party she’s going to. Rachel, once she puts down her copy of Cosmo™, agrees to take her and Charlie out clothes shopping. Am I missing out on clothes shopping? It seems like a fun thing to do with the guys, having a nice chat, refreshing your wardrobe, yet I’ve never done it.
Guess we’re too busy getting our junk out in saunas.
This leaves Rachel in the unenviable position of having to take the woman who’s stealing BOTH her men shopping. She, somehow, forgets they’re in the same shop and confesses to Phoebe about Joey and… oh, what a surprise, Charlie hears. Who would have thought.
At least I’m managing to keep up with Rachel’s tangled web of love? I think I can be forgiven for forgetting about Rudd. I’ve been super busy since then, balancing my multiple projects. On that front there’s a bit of exciting news. Ross may be about to take the guys to a convention in Barbados. Well I’m about to take a trip to New York!
I can’t say too much at this point, but will hopefully be able to fill you in on some details soon. It’s going to be great going back, though a little sad to do it without my wife this time. I worry if it wont have the sheen of before? But I’m excited to go and see what comes of it.
Hopefully my Friends actually make it to Barbados. Ross hasn’t confirmed his position yet, first he’s got to convince his boss, who’s fallen asleep in the interview. I don’t really see the problem here. Ross should just wake him up, and he’d be so embarrassed he’d give him the position, surely?
It’s not unlike the time earlier in the summer when a man was falling asleep during one of my gigs. I had to stop to check he wasn’t dead! No, just up past his bedtime and bored of the show. Perhaps less insulting if he was dead.
And it’s nearly my bedtime too, so let's briefly go back to Phoebe. In the end she ditched the party. But for a very exciting reason! She ran into David the Science Guy again! He’s back from Minsk, after finally proving it was impossible to do the thing he wanted to do. Hah. Classic physicist…
But he’s seeing someone… Oh no, wait, he’s lying. Get in. Maybe this is it? The timing’s finally right at last!
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
A while back I had some fun pretending my daughter was giving me a haircut.
A few days ago, my wife ran downstairs brandishing a lock of hair.
“She’s given him a haircut!” she shouted. Oh crap.
It turned out my attempts to indulge in a bit of make believe had had real life consequences. She’d gone into the drawer, taken out a pair of scissors, and properly cut chunks out of his hair!
All I can say is it’s a good job she couldn’t reach my electric shaver. Or we might have ended up with a toddler with a skinhead.
Hang on, that’s not a bad idea for Halloween…
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