11 days until DH's appt. w/the male fertility specialist. 5 days until his appt. w/a urologist for a reason completely unrelated to infertility, but whom he will discuss it with anyway. I think I may be more nervous than he is!
I am pretty optimistic about the DR appt. Only because the odds of it being the XXY karyotype with no symptoms are sooo small. And because if the hormone pill affects (effects? can't ever remember) his sperm a fraction as much as it does his emotions, we'll be in the billions.
DH, on the other hand, doesn't think it's going to be either. He's convinced there's not going to be a reason for it. I'm probably overly-optimistic, but I think surely he's lacking in the optimism department.
I've started getting warnings at work on my computer that tell me my internet usage is being monitored. Great. Now the district nows I spend every spare second researching azoospermia, infertility treatments, adoption, and insanity (cause that's where I'm heading!) I guess if they've got a problem with it, they ought to offer IF treatments on their insurance. I might be a little less crazy if I knew how we were going to pay for all this.
On the bright side, there are only 6 days until Christmas break!