Infertility Sucks...

I like to plan. Surprises—for the most part—are not my cup-o-tea. But having to plan out your sex life down to the VERY minutest of details (and I do mean MINUTE) just to have a baby...I'd have to say it sucks. Big time. It's more than just "honey, come home! I'm ovulating!! NOW!!!!" This is charts and temperatures and saliva swabs and peeing on tiny little sticks and taking medicine that not only turns your emotions hostile, but your cervical mucous as well--oh yes! Then there's the whole CHECKING the cervical mucous thing! And if I don't have fertile cervical mucous, then I have to use something to make my cervix a more "hospitable" host. I know...that was probably way too much information. But hey...this is MY blog. If it's too much, go here.

As frustrating as it is, it's all worth it. I'm sitting in the kitchen listening to Ben playing with Adri. Hearing her sing and giggle as Daddy makes faces at her. And hearing Ben squeal with delight as he watches Adri crawling for the first time and Adri sitting up and clapping for herself. Yeah...I'm glad we're doing it again.

posted by Brandi at 4:22 PM