Mr. went for his second sperm analysis today. We get the results in a few days. Ah, more waiting. Just what my patient self loves to do. I also never get marks in my fresh nail polish because I'm that good with waiting.
Ahem. Back from Fantasyland. Sorry about that little diversion.
The doctor from our IVF informational evening and Dr. Silber, author of my favorite IVF book, both stress how variable these results can be from day to day. They have charts! I like statistical charts! So now I'm wondering if the last results were on the bad end... we were in Amsterdam right before the last sample, ahem. He also hadn't quit smoking at that point. Or maybe the result was on the better end, despite the indulgences. Or - and this is what I am expecting - it was a fairly normal sample.
Mr. is finally ready to start learning more about the situation. He's read his sperm report a number of times, but I think until now he'd only seen little Viagra pills dancing across the page, taunting him and denigrating his manhood. Nasty little buggers those, making him think that a bad sperm analysis means he's impotent or will soon be. Last week he finally asked me if I knew what it all meant, so I gave him the synopsis and suggested he look at some of my books. So much for light bedtime reading. Last night, his brain started smoking over a section on azoospermia. I had to calm the poor guy down and show him the section on oligospermia. Our new mantra: a few is better than none.
Mr. was on a prize jury, so he's off to the awards ceremony tonight in another city a plane ride away. That's good - something to get his mind off of it, at least for tonight. As for me, I'm going to light many, many candles and watch crap TV and try not get marks in my nail polish.
No comments:
Post a Comment