He's 30 with retarded sperm. The stupid Urologist convinced us that he needed a Varicocelectomoy in 2009. If this is offered to you as an infertility treatment option, TURN IT DOWN!
Oddly enough, his reproductive organs are also aged beyond his years. I knew we would grow old together but I didn't know that meant NOW.
I will refer to my husband from here on out as "The Dude", "My Dude", or just "Dude" because a) it's hilarious and b) "The Big Lebowski" is one of two reasons I got a second date with him.
We started seeing a reproductive specialist in September 2010 after 3 years of, well, pure distress. We've been poked, prodded, and drained of all our blood to finally recieve the glorious treatment suggestion of "IVF". GASP! A $20,000 test tube baby?!?!?! Just what I've always wanted!
This is our current baby, Atticus.
This is our current Dinosaur..hehehe
He's pretty good at tending to the gaping empty void with his snuggles and playfulness. He makes us laugh when we are sad and he is giving us pretty good practice at being patient.
