Okay. So - for the first roughly 35 years of my life, I don’t want kids.
Then, I decide, hey, one would be very nice. I talk to Oni no Husband about it, and he’s OK with the idea. So, for the next two years, we don’t use BC. Nothing happens.
Nothing happens. I am now 38.
So we get more agressive, buy a copy of Taking Charge Of Your Fertility, start taking temperatures, charting, monitoring cervical fluids, making sure to have sex during my fertile times, etc etc etc.
Nothing happens. I know that I’m ovulating (yay!) but nothing works. Well, the first month we tried that, I had a very early miscarriage (like, 2 weeks). Since then - nothing.
So we go to the doctor. Doc says that Oni no Husband’s swimmers are fine. He puts me on Clomid in preparation to do an IUI.
First Clomid month, we wind up travelling (due to a death in the family) over my fertile time, so no IUI. Also, while on the trip Oni no Husband and I have one of our infrequent fights, so no romance either.
Second Clomid month, on the day of the IUI a comedy of errors happens and the IUI doesn’t get done.
This is third Clomid month. Today is the day I would go in for IUI - and once again, it’s not happening. Oni no Husband and I had a Big Talk and he just doesn’t feel right about doing the IUI. And his assistance is pretty necessary. (He’s on board with the whole baby thing, though less enthusiastic about it than I am. Just not with this part.)
Furthermore, monetary issues rule out IVF (our insurance only covers IUI) and adoption.
sigh
I’m trying really hard not to feel sorry for myself. I’m trying really hard not to get angry at Oni no Husband for not being willing to wack off in a cup once a month. I’m trying really hard not to think about how unlikely it is that I’m going to get to be a mom. I’ve been trying really hard not to think of every period as a failure.
At the moment, I’m not doing so well at any of that.