In the first week of January, Chris went in for his first semen analysis (SA). He felt like the sample wasn’t good, and sure enough, it wasn’t and they couldn’t tell much from it. His doctor told him to go ahead with another one. No problem, right? The second one was scheduled for the third week in January. Annoyingly it coincided with my stress delayed ovulation, and I didn’t want to miss a chance to conceive, so he cancelled it. His next one was the following week, on the 24th.
Between the first SA and the second, I had two whole weeks to worry. I worried that he wasn’t producing enough semen or sperm. I was afraid that his years of working with chemicals and toxins from the air planes had done irreparable damage to his little guys. I feared that his reproductive organs had been harmed and that’s why we haven’t been getting pregnant.
Chris went to his next SA and had a doctors appointment the 2nd of February. I didn’t find out until after the fact that the appointment was with a urologist [a doctor for manly parts, I guess?]. He hadn’t told me his PCM referred him. Thank you, Husband. That morning after his appointment, Chris texted me that his swimmers are nothing out of the ordinary. He’s not super fertile but he’s not infertile.
A huge weight lifted off my chest when I heard that. He is fine! But guess where that leaves me? Either we have unexplained or female factor infertility. With me coming off birth control pills and all my end of cycle issues, I’m guessing it’s me. Now that the male is evaluated, I should be able to go to my doctor and start a work-up.
Yet, just when we started to get somewhere, I find out the timing couldn’t get any worse. Chris’s last day in the Air Force is the 10th of this month. The end of this week. Chris is looking into extending our insurance for a few more months and I hope it pulls through. Otherwise we’re at a dead end for a while.
Continue to pray for us.
