I try to make it a point to say "thank you" every day, for all the things my husband does to help take care of me, and Preston. It's been a hard year for us, so "thank you" hardly seems like enough sometimes...
I’ll be the first to admit it: I am 100 percent guilty of dedicating all my free time to my son. I suspect this might be a result of going through infertility, and being a full-time working mom. Also? He happens to be a very good time.
“Just relax and you’ll get pregnant” is a big bunch of b.s. My relaxing vice used to be a bottle of wine, but ever since those hormone-induced migraines I suffered last year, I've pretty much given up alcohol altogether.
This is an actual thing now, for infertile couples trying to conceive, according to a recent New York TimesMotherlode blog. Would you try to fund your infertility treatments this way? Would you help someone else fund theirs?
The future nags at me. I'm finally able to enjoy the present, and am happy with exactly where we are now (and what we have), but if I don't move forward with more fertility treatments soon, will I live to regret it? At 38, with unexplained infertility, you can't exactly "go with the flow."