Hurry up and wait

Today I finally managed to track down Mr's semen analysis results.  The first time I called the clinic, they said they'd faxed the results to my doctor the next day. So I called Dr. P's office with the date and time of the fax, only to be told the fax number the clinic had sent it to was not Dr. P's.  Turns out the clinic sent Mr's results straight to the fertility clinic that Dr. P usually refers patients to, rather than to Dr. P as requested. So after four phone calls back and forth, I finally got someone on the phone who could tell me the results: Not Good.

Same results as before. Lots of semen. Only a little of it lively. Even less of it moving in the right direction.

He's been referred to a local urologist. A very prestigious one in our state.  On the face of it, this seems good. If you've got a problem, go to the best to solve it. But as usual, the Best has a waiting list; a long one. So after another set of four phone calls back and forth between myself, the Urologist office and Mr, we finally have an appointment - six weeks from now.

I got off the phone feeling so tired and defeated.  I was so upbeat last week, even after less than stellar news, that we are finally getting somewhere.  But today just felt so frustrating and like this is just never going to happen. Why do we have to work so hard at something that should be so natural?  It's amazing to me that so many people manage to get pregnant by accident - but us?  We have to wait, and call, and schedule, and manipulate, and argue, and pay, and pray.

And hurry up. And wait.

Progress

Well, we've finally made some progress on the baby front. Mr went in for his second semen analysis last week and I went to the gynecologist for my annual visit and to talk baby today.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to go right. Although it's been over a week since Mr's test, the doctor's office didn't have his results. And contrary to last year when my blood tests looked good and things with my cycle seemed normal, I've gone steadily downhill from there. Dr. P is concerned with the length of my luteal phase and thinks perhaps there is a fertility issue with me after all. So now not only, do we have to handle Mr's issues, but we have to address mine as well.

Not exactly what I was hoping to hear, but I handled the news surprisingly well. At least we are finally making progress. Baby steps, perhaps, but steps nonetheless.  All aboard the Baby Train. This thing's finally rollin'.