Hello everybody. I thought I'd hijack my lovely wife's blog for a one time entry of my own after she deliberately BASHED me in front of all you nice people! Ok well, that's a bit exaggerated. She actually asked me if I wanted to write a post to give my side of the story, so here it is.
We met the next day and had a lovely evening and I remember her clearly saying she was a 'strong' woman, a 'feminist' and that she could come across 'weird' to anyone who wasn't used to her character. I frankly thought it was sexy and we continued having a great evening and 6 years later we married.
By the way, I'm not a great writer like she is nor is English my first language so excuse the post if it's dull or jumpy (I have to be quick to be in bed by 8!! I'm in the dog house people!!)
So when we were getting ready to start on babies she suggested getting healthy and doing supplements, which I of course rejected because 'I got super sperm baby, don't worry 'bout a thang', I said in all my glorious arrogance and ignorance. Boy did that come back to bite me in the ass, or the balls for that matter.
You see my lifestyle was far from good. Being a musician, on a professional level, takes a lot out of you. Especially if you're running a management and tour booking company next to being artistic as well. So my normal day would start at 4 or 5pm, I would eat something, get behind my desk and work till 8 or 9 am next morning. Go to sleep and wake up again at 4pm. On tour there was no sleep at all, nor a healthy diet. However, I never smoked, never did drugs and my last drink was in August 2000. So I thought the sperm would be super.
After a good year of trying nothing was super about it at all. Being confronted with the possibility of being infertile hit me harder than I could've imagined. So I changed my whole act. Took up sports, supplements, early bed nights, a good diet and less work. My sperm improved a lot, from 5% moving slow and 0% fast, to 20% moving fast and 20% moving slow. This however, was before we knew I had that varicocele thing.
As Marrakech gets hotter and hotter (up to 52 oC !!), I kind of quit the sports and began picking up work again. However, it was never like the crazy working periods I had years ago. 4 am is really the max and I’ve had a few of those nights, but not many and my health has changed a lot, so I thought one night wouldn't kill any sperm anyway. I'm still on supplements and although a good night's rest is advised, a late night isn't proven to kill off sperm. Most of my colleagues still have crazy work nights and are dropping babies left and right, including the daily dose of alcohol, drugs and sitting all day! Life is not fair, I know.
Anyway, my wife, who is as lovely as she can be, can be quite overly obsessed with things she wants (she was Bridezilla a year and a half ago) – Clare Ed: So so NOT true!-, exploded on me for working late and I had to sleep on the couch. Luckily Moroccan sofas are like couches so I was OK there. Maybe this was that 'strong feministic character' I found sexy in the beginning.
Anyway, I apologized the next morning and all was fine as it always goes. Funnily enough I had to remind her TWICE to take her supplements the next day! So I sarcastically went off on her telling her I want a divorce or a second wife who WILL listen to me, heh heh.
Anyway, we are good now. She is still lovely and I wanna thank all of you who follow and comment on her blog, it means a great deal to her and keeps her a bit more sane when her period comes around. Wishing you all the best in your journeys.
Signing off, the legendary Mr.T (minus the super sperm). ;)
