My husband is a very private person. I’m not. We’ve gotten into some tiffs before over the issue, because sometimes I share things with friends online that he is not comfortable others knowing. You know how it is – when you first start having sex you tell your girlfriends all about it. Men just don’t think the same way. I keep a blog, I write on forums, I share things with women online that are the deepest parts of me. Den doesn’t always understand it, but he almost always supports it as something I need to do. He’s good like that.

But he really isn’t like that. He doesn’t talk to his friends about his hopes and fears. When he and I started dating and getting serious the first time his family heard about me was months later when he introduced me to them all. When we got engaged I had to keep hounding Den “Did you tell your mother yet?!” It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell people things. He simply doesn’t see the need for it. It never occurs to him. His life is his life and he likes to keep it that way.

When we started TTC I of course was not very shy about it. I joined forums, I started this blog, I told all my friends. I discovered that most people don’t go around telling family members and RL friends. I rather expected Den to follow that path. So it really surprized me when he out and told his family that we were trying. He didn’t make a point to, but it came up in conversation and he told them all about it. I was a little taken aback… okay, more than a little. And to this day he still has conversations with his brother about our progress, about the SA results, the doctor visits. I don’t think he goes into detail – but I know they definitely have an open line of communication between them. And I think that’s really cool.

Den has been funny the last few days. As with me he obviously wants to get excited about the fact that my period is late. But at the same time he tries to stay grounded and not get worked up. (He’s much better at it than me.) Which is why the last several days I’ve left it up to him whether or not I should test. He’s usually telling me not to test, to wait it out. So it amused me that the past two days he’s been the one saying, “Yes! Test!”

But again, we try to stay grounded. I was explaining to him what my friend said, about how clomid and the high progesterone level could very well be the culprit. One of the most special things about him is that throughout this process he’s listened intently as I explain these things and asks me more questions. This morning as I was expressing my frustration at not knowing if it was just the clomid or if it was pregnancy, he said to me in frustration, “I wish I understood this all better.” And that is pretty cool.