My god that was fast. It feels fast. Really fast. My husband called and left a message on Friday as we ate breakfast for his testing appointment. By lunch time we knew that he was going to be visiting the clinic for his first test on Wednesday. Yup this wednesday. It seems super fast given how long i thought everything was going to take.
I mean this isn't the BIG appointment. Although we should know sometime this week when the BIG appointment is going to be. They called last week to get my husbands health information and said they would be calling back this week with the BIG appointment.
But this Wednesday my husband goes for his solo appointment... which means that as of 7:30 this morning we are under a no contact ordinance. I feel like I'm back in high school or something, or early dating days... which of course sort of makes you want something more, the forbidden fruit. But, nope... not allowed.
My husband has also been wearing his fancy new underpants all weekend.. and I have to say that he is not loving the experience. Right now he is trying to get used to the fact that they ride up so much... And if they ride up aren't they defeating the purpose?
He loves me though that man.. he loves me and the idea of starting a family with me so much that is willing to keep trying out the fancy new underpants. But I can promise you that he is hoping to hear back really soon from the fertility clinic that his boys are such fast swimmers that they really should be encased in his old style of underpants just to slow them down enough that they don't hurt me in the process of trying to conceive.
My husband does fit all of the hallmarks of men who are going to have motility issues... he sits all day, he wears the tight-whites, he is not the greatest of exercisers... am i wrong to make him switch preemptively? Should i be more patient and just wait to find out?
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