H had been making a bit of a fuss about the fact that he was due to go to the lab to provide his semen sample today. I think he was concerned he might get stage fright and be unable to perform his oh-so-arduous task. On my way out the door this morning I wished him well.
“Oh, er… I looked at the calendar you made. The appointment isn’t until tomorrow.”
The “Fertility Folder” has paid for itself already.