H was looking pensive as we sat in the waiting room yesterday. Eventually, having flipped through the only edition of Country Life in the waiting room at least three times, he turned to me and said:
H: So is my sperm really ok then?
T: Yes, of course, why do you ask?
H: It's just that, it seems so easy. I just had the one test, and they told me it was fine, while you...
T: Yup, not fair, is it?
H: No... and my test involved having a wank, too.
T: Perhaps I should suggest they give you some shots, just to be on the safe side...
In other news, just popped the second clomid tab. No effects that I can spot, yet. Temperature still hasn't returned to usual baseline level but then I am waking up early and tossing and turning so that's probably it. Painters want to paint our kitchen lemon yellow. Not ideal with the dark blue floor we've got (and that we can't afford to change). H is colour blind but told them he thought it was ok. Luckily they only did a test patch and I've nipped it in the bud now.
I got the sense from comments on the last post that (some of) you were losing patience a bit. I'm sorry for that. I was a bit tense yesterday but am feeling ok now. I know that whatever happens I'm going to research the hell out of it. I didn't get that PhD for nothing, now! But anyway, thank you for the thoughts. I'm looking forward to seeing what the next week brings. I am convinced this cycle will work. Hhahahahahahahahahahahahah!