Starting to worry

By this time, 10 months have passed since my baby making process began. I start to fear that something is wrong with me. Maybe my baby making parts aren't quite what they should be. Maybe they need a tune up from one of the mechanics who know how to make babies so well. then, like most women, I just know that it must be my husband. I think his sperm is lazy. They probably get half way to their destination, get lost, won't stop and ask for directions, and by the time they get there, the train has left the station. So they just decide to go to the bar, get a beer and forget why they were there in the first place. Or maybe they are just way too lazy to even try to make it to their destination. They probably know that no matter how fast they get there, the egg won't be satisfied. They'll get yelled at for never doing what they're told and suddenly the egg will get a headache and be too tired to "unite." I know that this sounds far fetched but I have thought long and hard about what the sperm could possibly be doing instead of mating with my precious egg.



Don't ever mention to your husband that there may possibly be something wrong with his manhood. Because there is NO way that his manhood could be having any kind of malfunction. There is NO way that HIS sperm is nothing less than SUPER.



So I travel on. If you are not aware, there is a new test on the market made by First Response that checks your fertility. The test measures your FSH level to determine if you have a good supply of eggs. So to the store I went to buy a test that could determine my future. I search the aisle and there it is, my fate staring at me in a pink box. I pay my $20 and rush to the car so I can read the directions front to back. The directions instruct you to take the test on day three of your cycle. So on day three I pee on the magical stick and then stare at the clock for three minutes. Then I look. So I see two pink lines. I think one looks darker than the other. I compare my results to the directions. Is it normal? Do I have eggs? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Finally, after battling between good and evil, I determine that the test seems to be normal. So I jump for joy. Maybe there is a chance!! Now back to my previous thought, "maybe my husband's sperm is just retarded or lacking motivation."