Frinklin and I finally explained to the In-Laws the risks associated with a potential pregancy after Thanksgiving dinner. Aside from my having to say the word "gynocologist" three times in front of my Father-In-Law, I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing until -

Me: "So I need to visit my doctor and find out what the next steps are, what we need to do next."

Mother-In-Law: "Next steps? You know how to get pregnant, right? How everything works?" [in a hushed tone] "Do we need to talk privately?"

Me (dumbfounded, with mouth hanging open): "Uh, no. I mean, making sure I'm fit to get pregnant, taking the right vitamins, folic acid, finding a doctor for high-risk pregnancies as we were advised..."

Yes, MIL, the fact that I was a lesbian before I met your son wiped all heterosexual reproductive knowledge from my brain.

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1 Oh dear. And I thought my conversation went well with mt Gram "Where's your ring? You brought Mark home last Thanksgiving, it's been more than a year." Oy!

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