This is a big steaming pile of dog doo. It represents how I feel right now. Total Carp.
Mr. Jem's SA produced 3 non-moving sperm. The sample was looked at by two lab staff, including the director.
Our options:
1) Go forward with ER on Wed, and hope that Mr. Jem's day-of sample will be plentiful. Back-up: Order donor sperm
2) Go forward with ER on Wed, and hope that Mr. Jem's day-of sample will be plentiful. Back-up: Freeze eggs. Chance of getting PG cut in half.
3) Go forward with ER on Wed, have Mr. Jem give a sample the day before and hope that Mr. Jem's sample will be plentiful. Back-up: take biopsy from testicle to find sperm the day of.
This sucks. Why??????????????????????????????????????? (me shaking my fist and swearing at the heavens!)
We'll go with option 3, with more donor sperm as more backup. Total suckitude.
In the meantime, I'm a ball of hormones. My estrogen is so high that I must be emitting crazy pheromones. Strange men are hitting on me on the street, in the elevator. My belly feels like I'm pregnant with a litter of puppies. I have 19 little guys growing in me.
I just want this to go smoothly and it's not. Thus, I'm back to that steaming pile. Yuck.
