Tomorrow, Tomorrow...

I love ya tomorrow, you're only a day a way!! Tomorrow I go to my OBGYN for the 44th time this year (I think that's an exaggeration, I really have no idea how many times I have been there, but it is a lot)! Tomorrow is to review the results from my hysteroyoucantgetpregogram and to review the results from my husband's 'test'. He had to masturbate into a cup, big deal, but you would have thought he was the one getting a catheter stuck up him along with all the other poking, prodding and medications that have been prescribed. I love my husband dearly, but it took him 7 months to complete his one task and he freaked out any time I asked him if he had taken care of 'it'. 7 whole months to get his boys in a cup to be tested...I could have almost had a baby in that time! When he actually did get the courage to do it, he said the room was dirty with stains, it was disturbing, and he wasn't sure if he got enough juice out for the mission. We will find out tomorrow. I am sure he did squeeze out what was needed, I don't imagine the lab requires a cup full, and I am sure he is a-okay. I mean, I am not getting a period on my own (all done with my Provera for this month and still waiting) which is a pretty good sign that the issue is on my end. But in order to go on to 'the next step' we both need to be tested. Sigh. I don't even want to think about 'the next step', so I won't...until tomorrow...because that's when the sun will come out.