I think I did a bad thing. My poor darling husband received a gift yesterday. On my way home from work I made a bit of a detour and purchased him some fancy new underpants. See, my husband... well... I am about to out him as a tighty-whitey man. At least, he was until yesterday.
This morning he is wearing his brand new fancy underpants - boxers. For anyone familiar with the whole process of assisted fertility they know that one reason for problems in achieving conception can be sperm motility. There. I said it. And sperm motility can be reduced by the dreaded tighty-whitey. This is because the underpants keep the scrotum closer to the body and increases the temperature. A higher temperature means lower motility.
As I mentioned my poor darling husband hasn't had his testing done yet. But, I'm aware that if he does have a problem with mobility then it will take about 3 months of wearing the much looser fitting garments to get his swimmers back up to par with the cooler nether-region. Now, let me do the math. We are told it will be about 2 months until we get our fertility clinic referral. Imagine if there is a problem with his swimmers.... then we have to wait 3 months after that to increase the motility. that means 5 months from now at least which puts me past 40 which makes me feel even twitchier.
This is where my being crafty makes my husband suffer. I reasoned with him that if we switch now, by the time we find out he has a problem he will be pretty much ready to make another donation and see if the problem has resolved itself. Then I kissed him... a lot.
I'm hoping the kisses will make it better for him as he tries to keep his new vestments pulled down. I have promised that if the tests show that if there isn't a motility problem then he can switch back. We'll even bring a pair of his beloved underwear to the doctor's appointment so he can change in the bathroom before we go home.
"Not to worry" he said as he kissed me gently. "I might find I like it better."
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