I jogged to the front door with a big grin on my face. Today the doctor confirms my beliefs that I am a healthy and virile thirty-two year old man, and that my sperm swims through my urethra like salmon swim upstream. The appointment to find out the results of the fertility tests had been scheduled for weeks. We have been eagerly waiting on this date since we decided a month ago to be tested. After trying unsuccessfully to conceive for over two years, Mia and I decided that we should be tested. It was actually my idea to be tested because I needed to prove a point. I’d been telling Mia that we weren’t having enough sex, accusing her of not being serious about having a child because she wasn’t testing to see when she was ovulating and because she wasn’t taking the prenatal vitamins that had been prescribed to her almost two and a half years ago.
There was not a doubt in my mind that my urologist, Dr. Patel, was going to validate the fact that there was no reason why I should not be able to naturally father a child. I love Mia, and I’m willing to do anything that I need to do to prove to her that I am serious about starting a family. I had been poked and prodded, given enough blood to start a small blood bank, and masturbated in more cups than I cared to admit to. I willingly subjected myself to all of this because getting my little girl meant just that much to me, and I was prepared to do anything to achieve that goal, however, I wasn’t so sure that Mia wanted it as bad as I did.Ed Wyns