I’ve had moments when there is a part of me that just wants to take a break from it all, usually after I am certain that the egg and the sperm have crossed paths and probably waved at one another, but that’s it.
I know that I’m ovulating and I know that plenty of sperm are coming the uterus party.
But for some reason, they refuse to connect.
Maybe my old eggs are just too tired to party.
I am now on cycle day 7 and I typically ovulate on day 11, so this is when party preparations begin.
My poor husband puts up with a lot of crazy.
I’m at a fork in the road.
Do I go one way and avoid the crazy by skipping the ovulation predictor kits and the daily intercourse? Or do I go the other way and continue what I’ve been doing for months?
There’s a part of your life that you give up when you’ve been trying to conceive for a while.
One of the things that my husband and I are conscious about is never wishing away a single day of this time that we have with our children, but, when your life is broken down into two-week increments, where each day stands between you and that positive test, that becomes truly challenging.
I’m just tired and discouraged.
And I’m trying to decide if I should get this party started or put on my pajamas, grab some ice cream, and take a month off.
The latter is truly tempting.
Because I’m not sure I can handle the after-party letdown this month.