Hubby had a scheduled call with Dr. K today. Then he called me. But I missed it, so I had to call him back.
Me: Hey, I saw you called me. Did you talk to Dr. K?
Hubby: Yes. Are you sitting down?
Me: Yes. What’s the number?
Hubby: Well, it’s definitely more. Are you ready? It’s…three hundred. Thousand.
Me: Wow. Really?!
Hubby: Even Dr. K was ecstatic. He was amazed!
Three hundred thousand sperm. Up from 19 two months before. This is the total; concentration was 150,000/ml. According to Hubby’s math, if his balls continue working at even 1/100th the pace they’ve been going, he should be up to 20 million/ml in two months. I’m not sure it works that way, but it sounds pretty good.
So, of course, Hubby’s back on the super sperm train, wanting to try IUI and even gettin’ down the good ole fashioned way. We’re still a long way from IUI–according to Dr. C, we need to have at least 10 million for that. But to even consider it as an option is something we thought would never happen. So we’re thrilled.
And I think Hubby’s sperm really might be super because his motility was 70%! I tried to attribute this to the nastiest, stinkiest, most gag-inducing vitamins ever invented, that he–for good reason–wants to stop taking. Hopefully I can convince him otherwise.
Today turned out to be a pretty good day. Yesterday was alright, too.
Thank you, everyone, for your kind words of support and for being able to see both sides of an issue when I couldn’t.
We’re fine–really. I can’t explain it. It’s the same way with my sister. We could have knock-down, drag-out fights and, once we both cooled down, everything went back to normal. No resentment. No hard feelings. And that’s where Hubby and I are right now. Only with the added bonus of getting really, really good news!