Another weird and wonderful part of ivf and fertility treatment is the knowledge gained on your partners ejaculation habits. I seem to know far more than I think a girl needs to on his self ejaculation habits, plus I have spent more time than is strictly necessary obsessing this.
It is probably fair to say that one of the reasons we have stayed with our clinic is because Villa Boy likes the male set up. Our previous clinic the room was merely partitioned off and Villa Boy said it was quite off putting. He also had a bad experience when his GP referred him for what he thought was his NHS sample, a room in a clinic in London where he could hear a lot of people coming and going which he said was a bit distracting plus the material for assisting the process was kept in a squeaky drawer and to top it all they charged him 57 pounds when he had finished! He was too shocked to query it poor thing.
So when he practically skipped back from his first go at this clinic telling me all about the bed, the films on loop on the wall, the better quality magazines. it boded well. In fact I reckon that egg collection day there is one of Villa Boy’s favourite days, he gets to go for some self loving and then takes himself off for a fry up whilst I am in theatre what more could a boy want?!
We obviously have sex regularly but I have to admit that we treat the ivf cycle as a bit of a holiday from our normal routine, and sex doesn’t tend to happen so frequently. This leads to me to worry that Villa Boy isn’t ensuring that he is keeping his supply fresh. This in turn leads to discussions as to whether he needs my help or whether he has sorted it himself. Never did I think I would be so interested in his wanking habits! Never did he think he would have to share that information! It’s a glamourous game thus infertility lark isn’t it?