It truly has been a craptastic week. D finished his last SA on Monday and we went for the results on Wednesday. My gynecologist called with the results and told us D was fine. After I told him the results, he said, "I knew it wasn't me"...umm, excuse me?! I let it go, until Tuesday. I asked him to fill out the paper work for the Urologist appointment. He was not having fun with that btw. He was very agitated about it. So, I went to exercise and when I got back, he was even more pissed off than when I left which led to a tremendous fight which didn't really end until today. I am not going to go into all the details but let's just say it was bad. What makes it worse is that we hardly ever fight so we don't really know what to do. I am going to go to a counselor to help with my feelings over our IF. I am hoping D goes with me at some point. I think with all the stuff he as going on with his family, he could really use some counseling too. He told me that he didn't know if he would ever be happy. Wow, really?! He went on to say, he doesn't think he will be happy in his job, that he is happy with me and our relationship. Whew! SOOOO, anyway, that's enough for tonight dear readers. I will keep you updated on the issues at hand. Just not sure when there will be an update.
**side note: When we went to the Uro, he said with numbers like D's, he was not the issue, so it must be me. He went on to say either my tubes are blocked or my eggs are bad. Ok, so let's jump to the worst possible conclusion. The doctor is not an reproductive specialist so I take what he says with a grain of salt, but still it kind of gave me a kick in the gut.