I spent the past week basically tethered to the couch, and to the tissue box (actually, to a series of hankies, so as not to waste trees) sick and miserable but at least enjoying episode after episode of Sex and the City, season three and four, on my laptop. I also had my period, so when the headache and the coughing subsided, there were the cramps to keep me prostrate and pitiful. I did manage, however, to get it up enough to help J~ get it up for the big semen analysis. He delivered his sample to the lab still warm (little cup tucked in his armpit, doctor's orders) on his way to work Thursday.
So now we're waiting for results. Sometimes no news is... no news.