When I arrived yesterday for our IUI, the nurse who was running A's sperm came walking from the back of the office to greet me. She was shaking her head and asking whether A was with me, so dread began to fill my stomach. Her first words were "my machine won't even count his sperm." How could this be right? A had an analysis about eight months ago, and everything looked perfect. Now we were adding sperm trouble to our list of hurdles?!? I guess she could tell we were befuddled, so she quickly explained that her machine could not count them because there were too many. Too many sperm! Superman sperm, she called them. In our 1/2 cc that they inserted, instead of the 10 million that they prefer, A had produced 52 million.
Don't get me wrong, this is wonderful news, and we are more than grateful...but it is also further confirmation that either my eggs, my tubes, or my uterus are truly sub-par. If A had married a "normal" girl, he would have knocked her up months ago. Instead, he and his superman sperm are stuck with me. Here's hoping there is no kryptonite anywhere in my reproductive system.