A quick summary:
The funeral sucked. It sucked for all the usual reasons it sucks to attend the funeral of a beloved 36-year-old woman cut down smack dab in her prime, and in addition, the north side of Chicago is a mess. We timed our departure to coincide perfectly with the end of the Bears game.
Ava’s friend is out of the hospital and doing great. Completely back to normal.
Semen analysis is back, and all the things that were OK the first time around are now bad, and vice versa. The good news? The doctor doesn’t think there’s any persistent problem on my end. The bad news? Another test in a month. Oh, and Leah’s not pregnant.