I had to reschedule my next RE appointment to August 21 since my hubby can’t get off work to get his testing done in time for the results to be ready before my original appointment at the end of this month. That’s an extra 3 weeks I have to wait for those of you keeping track. I mean granted, the man isn’t really looking forward to getting blood drawn or having to ‘donate’ his boys for the cause, but he’s not really jumping thorough any hoops* to hurry up his participation in this whole adventure either. I tell you, if a doctor’s appointment included me having an orgasm, I’d be at the Dr’s office 3x a week. Way better than what actually happens every time someone with a lab coat steps in the room with me: some stranger sticking a cold duckbill apparatus into my hoohaw and jamming what feels like a 1000gauge pipette were it doesn’t belong, then having some other stranger suck 10 – 20 vials of my life’s blood out of me (yes, this is what my next appointment will consist of). Take the orgasm honey, it could be so much worse.
*Note: my hunny actually caved a bit after he heard that I had to push my appointment back because of him and made arrangements with work to let him go to the clinic on the morning of July 22nd. Thank goodness he loves me and knows how anxious I am to get the results of all my testing. After he goes I’ll call the clinic back to move I appointment up. 
