After a week away for work, and a hectic weekend, life finally seems to be settling back to a more normal pace. J and I are enjoying our new living arrangements (read: living together!). The dog seems thrilled with her new digs as well, despite fighting a bronchial infection brought on by an enthusiastic drink from an industrial sprinkler (who knew?).
Over the weekend we received J's results from the testing of his swimmers. The good news? Several factors are normal. The bad news? Some critical numbers, motility and count, were low. Too low, in fact, to do morphology. J was, understandably, disappointed, but didn't seem too shaken up by it. I think it helps that he has a friend who has similar challenges.
I'm left wondering, though, what this means about our combined fertility (or infertility, as it may be). How much of it is due to my endometriosis? Are we destined for IVF? Or do we still have a chance to conceive naturally?
And none of this is easy for me, planner that I am. Because J has responsibilities to follow up on his side, and although I know he wants a baby as much as I do, he seems less driven to make the necessary phone calls immediately, as I would do. There's nothing wrong with that, except that it makes me crazy. And I don't want to be a nag. So I sit and twiddle my thumbs, and try to think about other things.
And it only sort of works.
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