A few more days...

Once decided on doing something, I'm jittery until I start out on it. The appointment we sought with our doctor got delayed by a week - she's going on a sodding tour. And she had to wait until just before I called to decide to go.
I'm nervous. My wife keeps making fun of me, asking me what suddenly woke me up from the two year sleep, and just why I can't wait another week if I could wait so long. I spun her a hair-raising story connecting sperms, the moon, and the month of September in return.
She's so gullible she'll believe just about anything I say if I keep a straight face while saying it, and it's a heck of a job 'decontaminating' her later. Of course I know that's just because she loves me so much, and it's a constant reminder to me of how lucky I am to be with this girl. Well.

I've been reading up on IVC and ICSI. Perhaps ICSI is more suitable in our case, but let's see what the doctor says. I got worried a bit when I read about the success rates. 30-35%? Oof.

A holiday, and we've been driving up and down the place visiting sick relatives, expecting parents and newborn babies. I might as well have gone to the office, but, man is a social animal, right? Right? And another one - no one is an island. Boy, who writes up these things? And my wife knows every line.