I married my dear husband 2 years ago, at the age of 30. We both love and serve Jesus and we were both waiting (in every sense) for God to bring us the ‘right’ person to marry so we could serve together. There is no doubt that we were meant for each other and God has had our family planned in His mind since the beginning.
We originally thought we would wait a few years to have kids so we could take advantage of our freedom as newlyweds. Yet, as we were enjoying the ‘simple, child-free’ life, we realized we were really longing for children. We’d take a spontaneous trip to NYC to watch a Yankees game, only to find ourselves thinking “I can’t wait until we can take our kids to a baseball game.” We started ‘trying’ a few months after the wedding – and I mean really trying: taking basal temp, counting cycle days, ovulation predictor kits, everything. All to no avail.
As the months wore on, I began to wonder if something was wrong. After 11 months went by, M (my husband who wishes to remain unnamed) called the fertility clinic. They set us up for an initial consultation 4 months later. (They’re the only one within a huge radius, so they’re busy.) We started the unpleasant infertility testing in September and learned very quickly that M doesn’t produce sperm. A bit more testing revealed that he has Klinefelter’s Syndrome, a genetic disorder that leaves him completely infertile. There is no hope, even with the best technology, of him producing sperm.
There are so many things that we’re thankful for. We’ve heard of others that tried for year before being diagnosed with Klinefelter's. The syndrome itself has some crazy symptoms, all of which M was spared. (No cognitive disabilities, etc.) AND, it provides some insight as to why he can’t lose weight. We’ve met with a genetic counselor and a urologist so now he’s on testosterone and he feels great. He’s got more energy than he’s had in years. So that’s a blessing!!