Disclaimer: This entry contains information regarding our adventures with trouble trying to conceive. Feel free to skip over if you wish to avoid too much information regarding my reproductive parts. I won’t blame you. I’d rather skip this stuff, too.
The results of Rob’s semen analysis are in.
If the doctor were to grade us in reproductive health, I’d probably get a C- or a D+ with a teacher’s remark saying I show great potential with room to improve.
My darling husband would get the grade Ralphie earned for his dream theme in “A Christmas Story”:
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While I’m totally comfortable with telling the Internet my down-and-dirty details, I won’t be so presumptuous to assume Rob would enjoy the same. After all, he refuses to come within 20 clicks of a social networking site.
I do know he’d want you to note his stellar performance, details be damned. I’ll probably need to fashion a button he can strut around town, too.
Yeah, Frank was pretty proud of himself too.
YAY! That’s great news
And I hope your ‘symptoms’ really are symptoms 😀
I am the problem too…. somehow I think it is a the Lord’s way of playing a sick joke on me – I am the only girl in the world married to a guy who has beat testicular cancer, and I am the one with the fertility problems – UGHH!!!!!