adventures in fertility and too much information, part MMIII
Last Friday was my appointment at the PAMF again. To see a urology specialist.
One visit to Dr. Jellyfinger later, I find out that there's nothing wrong with me. Even though my percentage of abnormal sperm is high at around 83% or so, 17% of 18 million sperm is more than enough to achieve pregnancy.
What he said next was a little disconcerting, though.
He said he'd be really surprised if we weren't pregnant in another year, but we had to try it a certain way: we're supposed to have sex every other day for a week before Mer ovulates and a week after. Two weeks of sex every other day.
There is good and bad in this.
I think we're going to need more porn. Does the peanut gallery have any, um, recommendations?
The problem here is that the concept of eros for your stereotypical heterosexual man vs. your stereotypical heterosexual woman differs dramatically. Men want HOT XXX ACTION (it's not only work safe but hilarious... and I'll probably get some unintended visitors with that particular phrase) -- we are visual animals, after all. Women want to be carried away by Viggo Mortensen, Jon Stewart, Clive Owen and above all Colin Firth. Or at least Mer does.
(And you're welcome.)
We have the concept of Hump Island, where you are allowed to have a list of about 5 celebrities to screw on Hump Island without endangering your marriage. Such as stupid fantasies go, it's not bad.
My Hump Island would probably include the likes of Minnie Driver, Liv Tyler, Hilary Swank, Christina Ricci, and above all Emma Thompson.
I do find an Irish or a Scot accent sexier than a Brit accent, though. (Mer and I differ on this point, although I think Bono is on her Hump Island as well.)
Anyway, I don't think there is such an animal, where a porn title successfully gives both men and women what they want without being either unintentionally hilarious or mildly disturbing.