By this time, we are approaching the end of June, 2009. I decide that a few months for a doctor appointment will probably kill me or send me to the loony bin so at the suggestion of my friend, I call a different doctor. They get me in right away. Off to the doctor I go with my hopes high and my fears higher. I'm surrounded by pregnant bellies as I wait in the waiting room. They call my name and I feel sick. The doctor comes in and her smile burns into my scull. We talk and the expression on her face when I tell her that we have been trying for 14 months gives me the chills. She does a wonderful exam and tells me to come back on day 23 of my cycle for some blood work. I think to myself "oh good, more counting." then she hands me a cup and a plastic bag. You see, the little cup is for a certain "deposit" that my husband will be making. I also loved the wording on the plastic bag "Hazardous Material." Hazardous! maybe that is why I can't get pregnant.
My husband isn't too happy with the news or the cute little cup. He does not want to make that "deposit." Well why is it fair for me to have all kinds of tests and him to not have one? His is a lot more pleasurable than mine (if you know what I mean). I decide that I am not going to argue with him. I tell him that we will wait and see what my blood work says.
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