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We are seeing a reproductive endocrinologist tomorrow. Originally we were scheduled to go in on April 12th, but I am going to San Francisco instead so we had to postpone it.

Yeah... San Francisco...uh-huh... well... anyway...

The new appointment was for the end of May and I was cool with that. So much so that I went and got fitted for a diaphragm this morning (a story unto itself) in anticipation of another few months of nonprocreative sex. A diaphragm is sort of what-the-hell birth control. It doesn't work very well but, you know, it works pretty well so... at least you tried.

Late this afternoon the RE's office called and offered us a two-hour slot tomorrow. Steve (STEVE!) led the charge and got a friend to babysit Finkface so we were able to accept. Now I get to go wheedle because, you see, I have an agenda: get blessing on FISH analysis to determine the proportion of abnormal gametes per ejaculate (we-ee-l, that mess o' sperm is pretty fucked up. HOW fucked up? Gimme a number;) schedule HSG or whatever to determine existence (if any) of uterine scarring; establish willingness on part of doctor to get a little jiggy with the process. You know, have FUN with it.

I have zero expectations for this appointment. We shall see if the good doctor can meet 'em.