I'm with Merg on this one. Stopping the pollen delivery to a wilting flower makes no sense. Especially when my wife had to go on fertillity drugs to get pregnant in the first place, and in the case of our first kid we backed that up with artificail insemenation.

The fertility clinic. There's a memory. A small room, a black leather couch, a stack of crappy porn mags and a cup to cum in, located in the middle of an office full of people who knew I was going to go in to beat-off. NOT COOL. My wife came in with me the first time. That proved to be a mistake on several levels and in the end I fumbled the cup, which rolled under the couch when I came. As a joke I filled the cup (about 1/4 cup) to the top with white handsoap from the pump dispenser by the sink and passed it though the little hatch door into the lab. They didn't think it was funny but I'm still laughing. Second time I went alone and although it took forever, I was able to get the precious cargo to the right place.