But at the same time there was another new variable in the mix. Husbone did not have any children save the one we lost.
Perhaps his little soldiers were in a war zone down there and they just weren't strong enough to storm the beach?
Maybe his guys were lazy and didn't even move an inch?
Maybe there was only like one or two guys down there and they were marooned on an island and didn't think to even look for the egg because they were preparing for the impending apocalypse!
So I says to my Huz, Deary I think you should get...the semen analysis.
HUUUH!
(I gasped for him for dramatic effect)
Surprisingly he was cool with it. So I find him a urologist (which is the way the internet told me to get an analysis done) on the bluecross blue shield website. I dialed the number for him, and handed him the phone. Because I have to guide Hub through everything hold his hand like a little baby man. (love him!) GASPO! They take a lunch hour?! but hubs called back on his own an hour later and set up his own appointment!
So Husband is asking me a million questions about his appointment (Because I will know exactly how it is) I do my best to give him the most likely scenarios. He goes for blood work and they order the spermies to be checked thoroughly.
He goes one Monday while I am at work and I text him long after it should be over (Didn't want to risk interrupting him!) and say:
K: how was it?
D: Terrible.
K: In general or was there some sort of incident?!
D: THEY HAD NO MATERIAL
How strange is that?! They want a man to spunk in a cup and they give him NOTHING to work with? he said it was a big empty white room with nothing in it, he even checked all the drawers! How awkward is that. This sterile lab facility is not sexy to begin with and they expect him to just climax right there. Well some how I am amazed HUSBAND DID IT. I do not think I could have in his position. But then maybe that's because I don't know how easy it is to go. It could be that you just have to picture boobies in your head and that's all it takes.
So to wrap up a long story Husband had low testosterone, BUT THATS IT.
Of course I google what that means for fertility and I see that testosterone replacement therapy completely wipes out sperm count for six months while you are taking it then builds it back up.
WELL SHIT.
ANOTHER SIX EFFING MONTHS BEFORE WE CAN EVEN TRY.
I am livid. Until D sees his doc who gives his a px for Clomid. He says
I know you're trying to make a baby so this is a hormone that will block your estrogen and produce a negative feedback which will ultimately make you produce more testosterone. So D was prescribed 25 mg of Clomid daily, or 50 mg every other, which ever is easiest.
Clomid my friends is wonderful for Men. Increased D's drive a LOT. we are now up to the requirements to make a baby I believe and I even threw out my ovulation prediction tests because we didn't need them, didn't matter when I ovulated, there would be sperm there.
Okay to be real I ran out, I didn't throw them out. If I still had some I would be checking just to be sure...
So that's Man side for now. Man is being great about it too. Man wants baby. I am watching this 1 1/2 year old girl on Saturdays and she is in LOVE with D. Wont leave his side and cries if he has to put her down. So D says to me, "I want a little girl. I want a little girl that will love me like that."
Love him.
EDIT: Our insurance doesn't cover the office visit to the urologist!! Is that not BOGUS?!?!?! I mean yes we had to pay for the script out of pocket, but the doctor visit?! Because Infertility isn't covered by our insurance?! He had low testosterone AND THATS IT! He's not even infertile! What if he had gone in and said,
"Doc My libido is crap and I am not as active as I used to be and I feel very tired all the time."Would insurance have said "We do not cover normal things like this because you might also possibly benefit in the conception area."
If they did I would B slap them!
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