Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

After our appointment last week, Jo the Clinic nurse called and asked for Dave to do another semen analysis, because his last one was nearly a year ago and he's on medication now that he wasn't on last time.  So we dropped that off today.

The thing with a sperm test is that they give you quite strict instructions on when the man has to have previously, uh, ejaculated.  Which I think we are dealing with okay at the moment.  Some men have trouble with sperm tests, because they take it kind of personally.  Dave seems to be coping fine, though.  But he does have the emotional range of a teaspoon, so who really knows what's going on in his head?*

Seeing as we were in the Clinic anyway, we dropped off our new referrals and our consent forms and picked up my drugs.  I'm going to be on a drug called Puregon, 50 IUs a day.  It comes in this fat pen, and I have to keep it in the fridge.  On day 2 of my next cycle, I have to start injecting it in my abdomen every morning.  The needle is about 2cm long.  They give me several needles and a sharps disposal container.  It all came in this little cooler bag package, very flash.  I'm a little bit nervous about the injections, because I've never injected myself before, but hopefully I'll be fine.

Now that we're getting all these fancy gadgets and instructions and actually doing something, I feel almost excited about the whole process.  I find it quite interesting, learning about the hows and whys of it all.  I'm sure if we have to go through several months of this I'll be over it, but starting out I'm feeling pretty good.

In other news, a few weeks ago I ordered a Goddess of Abundance pendant from DragonWeave (the large one, first item on the linked page).  I got it in moonstone, because not only is that my birthstone, it's also tied to fertility because of its link with the moon.  I hadn't been wearing it, because I thought I needed to go buy a cord or something for it.  But in the middle of the night last night I had an epiphany - I had the perfect chain for it already: a silver twisted rope chain that belonged to my Nana, who had seven children of her own.  I'm usually a fairly sceptical person, but I do have hippie-ish tendencies, and as Dave said, "It can't hurt."

I haven't said anything about rock n' roll, have I? Hmm.  Well, I did buy a Flight of the Conchords CD this week to listen to in the car, so that counts, right?

*I tell him this frequently, and he read this post before I submitted it.  So don't worry, Mum!