Fast forward to this year and Randy’s second vericosele surgery and we are still not pregnant. The date is June6th. I am supposed to start the very next day. His surgery is set for 12:30 pm but was pushed back to 5 pm. I let him eat, drink, and snuck him Icebreaker mints without guilt. He was already going through enough. This time we were by ourselves because we did not want his parents to worry. In true Randy fashion, he wanted to fix the hospitals phone jack that was hanging off the wall since his last surgery. The nurse forgot to flush his I.V. for two hours. Finally he was wheeled off. Dr. L asked if we were still trying. He had performed three other vericosele procedures and all three men got their wives pregnant.
Two and a half hours later, his doctor came to talk to me. He said that even though the procedure is not usually effective on the right side, there were a lot of veins that could be cauterized even if they did not have a large vericosele grade. He wished me luck and I gave him a pack of peanut M&M’s.
Little did we know; we were pregnant. After nine days of being late, we decided that I should schedule a blood test on the following Monday. But that Sunday was Fathers’ day. I was scheduled to work and so was Randy. He was planning on visiting his parents after work. Curiosity got the best of me. I took the pregnancy test that came with the ovulation tests. One of the lines was faint. I did not trust it. I decided to get a digital test on my way to work.
At work I was on edge. I took the test and the three minutes seemed to take forever. One of my coworkers was also edgy. He happens to have six children. I could not contain myself. I asked him if he was "expecting". He was trying to be coy with me. My suspicion was right. He found out that day that he was going to be a father again. I pulled out my test to see the results and my eyes bulged out. I was ecstatic but really just wanted to see my husband. I called my manager and said that I have to leave. My work understood. They know my struggles and my work ethic. They have been very accommodating because my fertility specialist schedules my visits depending on my cycles. I rushed to see my husband at the happiest place on earth, Disneyland. He works there on the weekends. My sister was there. I was able to get her to stall him. My brother in law was able to video his reaction.
We were shocked. May was such a busy month and we were very busy with friends visiting and a family wedding in Las Vegas. I think we actually only had tried three times that month and only once when I was ovulating. This may sound bad for a marriage but for infertile couples sometimes a break and some spontaneity is really good. We would not say that age old saying, “if you stop trying it will happen,” but more like when you are too busy to think about it, because it is just an inconvenient time; it might happen. For the moment we just enjoyed winning a small battle with infertility and told only those who would help us in case of miscarriage.
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2013-2013
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