The look on my poor Hubby's face when I told him. He thought I we had to get his sample to the hospital within an hour of me telling him! He wobbled under the pressure! But no, it's a job for Tuesday. And - as I suspected would be the case - I'll be the one delivering it to the hospital while we waits in the car!
He's quite miffed at being asked to do this test at all! Surely his ability to provide me with Good Stuff has been proven with the 3 kids we already have (and yes, they are all his) and I did make this point to the Doc on his behalf. But it seems that this is one of the compulsory hoops to be jumped through. It could be (she says) that he's been borderline all along and that we've been lucky to get these three. But she doubts that is the case. It's formality.
It's so much harder for him to do this then say the two blood tests, cervical swab, and internal scan I've had to endure so far. Poor fella (LMAO)