Found out yesterday that I’m officially shooting blanks…nothing more can be done about it. I had surgery in May to help boost the little buggers numbers…didn’t help (numbers low, not real good swimmers). OK, now what?? Told myself & wife long before surgery, that was as far as I was willing to go…but now that it failed I’m having 2nd thoughts.
I always felt that going further into fertility problems was kinda like playing God (and I ain’t qualified). I always felt if something was meant to be, it would happen and that how dare I not be satisfied with all the blessings I do have. I always felt all the fertility techniques were kinda de-humanizing. If I’m going to be a father, I’d rather have it happen thru shagging the wife, not in a cold doctor’s office.
I’ve always been on the fence, my wife says she is too, but I think she is feeling the clock tick and is seeing all her friends and family do it and kinda wants it more than she lets on.
I already feel like kind of a hypocrite for even having my surgery. So much for letting nature take it’s course. But now…Am I nuts? Or over-analyzing? What are your experiences both w/ fertility issues and the big moral dillemas (sp) they produce?