Read My Lips

The trouble with the ear drops my doctor prescribed on Friday is that my ears are now completely clogged with wax and ear drops and whatever else. They don’t hurt as much as they did, but now I can’t hear a damn thing. And it’s distracting. I would like to be taking in this whole fertility treatment process, but I can’t keep my mind off of the fact that I’m having to read my wife’s lips to see what she’s saying across the room, that I have to blast the volume on the TV just to hear what’s going on, and that even the slightest movement of my head causes the sticky seal of the gunk inside of my ears to pop and crackle.

At least I didn’t have to give Stef any shots tonight.

I am worried about how her body has reacted to the shot I gave her on Friday night. Because she’s reacted so well to all of the other drugs, I’m worried that this drug which we took to trigger her body to be ready for Sunday’s procedure may have worked too well. I’m sitting here afraid that she might have already ovulated, which would be terrible. It would mean that we’d gone through all of this for nothing.

Why am I concerned? Well, it’s mainly because the fullness she felt in her abdomen yesterday wasn’t around today. She did sleep in really late and she never really got out of her pajamas all day, but she was otherwise in good spirits. This is our first time through this, so I’m not sure how she’s supposed to react to each medicine, but I’m freaking out nevertheless.

It’ll all work itself out. That’s what I tell myself. Now I just have to figure out how to concentrate on Sunday morning when it comes time for me to do my part. I think I’m finally getting used to the notion of not being able to hear a damn thing, but it’ll be distracting regardless.

But you have to think of it this way: we might, with the help of lab technicians, actually conceive a child on Father’s Day. I think that’s way too cool for words.