Checking the little swimmers

So one of the tests we have to do in preparation for IVF is for the husband to get a more in-depth sperm analysis, to make sure the morphology is really ok (I don't understand why they didn't do this the first time).  This involves going to the "local" hospital instead of the clinic, which means either doing his thing in a not-so-private room, or doing it at home and trying to rush over there.  It has to be dropped off on a weekday between 7 and noon, which is tough because of things like rush hour.  And working.

I read the instructions and it said he needs to abstain for two days but not more than five before providing a sample.  He did NOT read the instructions and assumed he could just go the next day, so I explained it to him and told him it would have to be Friday (today) instead of Thursday.  Yesterday morning, his alarm went off, he turned it off, rolled over, and (I thought) went back to sleep.  I usually get up after he's out of the shower, but I had woken up a few minutes before the alarm because of a horrible nightmare, and I was wondering if I should wake him up to get the day started when all of a sudden, without even opening his eyes, he says my name super loud like something just happened.  I said, "WHAT???" and he said, "Where's Morse?".  I was super confused at this point (it was 5am, after all), and replied, "Who's Morse?"

D: The hospital.
Me: You know you're not going until tomorrow, right?
D: Oh, yeah.  Well, how do you get there?
Me: Arden to Alta Arden...  You've been there many times before.
D: Right.  Do you just want to come with me?

So yeah.  I was all set to go with him this morning, until he got up, went to the bathroom, got back in bed and announced his allergies were too bad and he was going to work late.  Okey dokey.

Tomorrow morning, we're going to try to be at the lab by 7:15 for blood and urine tests so we can finish off our pre-IVF workups (other than a PAP smear, which I can't get for another week and a half, when my doctor is back at the office).

Anyway, looking for a house has been super frustrating.  Tomorrow is the inspection for our house, which I'm hoping goes well.  We're supposed to hear back today about a house that we put an offer on.  The owner seems a bit difficult and is basically refusing to negotiate, despite having overpriced the house a bit, and the fact that the house has been sitting on the market for much longer than anything else available.  A new house just came on the market that is quite a bit smaller, but in some ways much nicer, and I'm almost hoping the owner of the first house rejects our offer so we can make an offer on the new house.