I also tend to find a lot of humor in this process my wife and I will be going through of trying to have a baby. It's not that I don't take it seriously because I do but there are times it's just comical. Take last night for example. We were in bed and SSG was reading a lesbian pregnancy book as I was reading over her shoulder. At one point there was this section about how she should have a "relationship" with her cervix. I'm sorry? So is she supposed to chat with her cervix on a daily basis? Now that is comedy. At one point she also flipped to a page that had an awful sketch of a fat woman who was naked, with a speculum inserted, and a mirror in her hand. Apparently she was checking out her inner girly parts. I laughed out loud because first of all do women have like speculum's hanging around their home and why on earth does one need to see that? As my good friend said, "Your cervix is hidden for a reason". Well said Snick.
So in my goofiness, I have started to talk to SSG's ovaries and give them pep talks. Sometimes I give a shout out to her uterus too. I've even gone so far to name her ovaries. Ellen and Portia. They'd be so flattered. Why do you ask? Because it's just funny. It's goofy. It's odd. It's silly. I'm all for silliness and I like to think it keeps things loose and SSG relaxed.