Long story short, Christi and I decided to take advantage of technology. We set up an appointment with Houston IVF. IVF (In Vitro Fertilization) in the process of extracting the eggs and mixing it with the sperm and letting the magic happen. The doctors in Houston referred me to a Urologist that specializes in fertility issues.
My first visit with Dr. Larry Lipshultz was... um... eventful. For three hours I felt like an animal in a small cage and the doctors were like ornery 5 year olds with long sticks. I just kept getting poked and no one was paying attention to spank the little shits. Ok, so they werent sticks... they were the huge sonogram wands and they hurt worse. This story ends with me in the shower doing my best impression of that poor son-of-a-bitch from The Crying Game.
Two weeks later Christi returns to Dr Lipshultzs office with me - for protection. We expect to get news about how he will fix things but instead we waited 4 hours to hear Dr. Dipshitz wants more testing. Not your normal blood and urine tests. These were Medieval tests that should not be performed on prisoners. At that moment, I started hearing voices and those voices were not happy. I ran out of the office and left nothing but the sound of a bullet ricocheting and a little cloud of smoke like the Roadrunner.
Christi and I decided it was time to seek a second opinion. We headed to a local IFV expert in Austin, Dr. Vaughn. Dr. Vaughn - rocks. He assured us that we could just move directly to IVF. In addition, he was extremely personable and did an awesome job of setting our expectations. Next stop, a little light testing and a whole lotta drugs.
Not done yet... Part 5 - The Schedule
Cuz I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh /
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo!
- Beastie Boys
