Strike That, Reverse It

Ok. So. The last post espousing my love for all things testosterone? I may have spoken just a teensy-bit early on that one.

We met with Dr. Expert yesterday. Again he was methodical and patient with my questions. I appreciate that he doesn't treat me like an idiot, and we can banter back and forth using acronyms while Mo stares baffled at the two of us. (It's the little things, people.). The good news is that we left the appointment full of Hope. (Yes, that bitch is back.) Here is our new plan of attack:

Mo will stop the t-gel immediately. It is, of course, killing all his little swimmers. In a few weeks/month, we will assess his FSH and LH (what the hell do men need with follicle-stimulating hormone, anyway?) and confirm that they are probably very shitty. Once we do that, he will start a low-dose Clomid regimen that will BOTH! Raise his testosterone AND increase his sperm counts! At the same damn time. Who knew? (ok, y'all did, but still.) We have to give it 90 days or so, then do an SA and see how much improvement he is making. After that, we are going to try to have sex. What I mean is, we will have sex, and see if anything happens. It's kind of a far out concept, but I've heard that some women actually do make babies that way. Huh.

Anyway, if that's a no-go after six months or so, we will proceed with IVF next summer.

I stand by my earlier statements: the most important thing to me is a healthy and happy husband. If that's not possible without testosterone therapy, then so be it. But I've done a ton of reading these past two days, and it seems like here has been a lot of success with the Clomid protocol. Check out this study here:

http://www.texasfertilitycenter.com/the-use-of-clomid-in-men/

I mean, holy shit! Increases from 15 million to 62 million? With 58% of couples planning on using IVF instead conceiving naturally? That's what I mean about Hope, people. We could actually DO this.

Of course, it wouldn't be me if there wasn't SOME bad news. I'll save that for my next post, though, as I kind of want to bask in the afterglow for a moment and fantasize for a wee second about being THAT girl (you know the one). The chances of course are slim, but I'll take 'em.