It was in the summer of 2010 that Chanelle suggested that we go for a fertility check. You don’t think about your fertility when you are sitting in a piping hot bath for an hour every morning.
All you are thinking about is losing a couple of pounds, keeping your weight in check. You are not thinking that you are boiling your balls and that it might be having a detrimental effect on your ability to procreate.
It was a bit weird going in to see the doctor. No we’re not married, we’re not engaged, we’re hardly going out together a wet week, but we still want to get this checked out. The doctor immediately put us at ease.
He knew who I was, he was into racing, so he didn’t think I was mad. 'I know the regime you guys go through, it can affect your fertility, there’s no harm having a check’.
We went back the following week to get the results. They took out our file, Chanelle Burke and AP McCoy, and there, written on the front of the file in yellow highlighter pen, just in case anybody in the world missed it, were two words: “Severe Case.” Not good.
“Basically, you are probably never going to have kids yourself,” the doc told me. Break it to me gently, doc. “Your sperm count is very, very low.”
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