Back in the saddle...er, no pun intended.

We have officially given up on any procedures to try to get pregnant. That doesn't mean I don't still think "what if" or wonder if "just one more time" would actually answer our prayers. We haven't been very active in our attempts of trying naturally. I guess there is nothing natural about a nonexistant period. This fall I decided we weren't getting any younger, and I really needed to do more than just nothing. So I convinced Matt to start taking fertilaid. I wanted him to have a few months of it before I did a Femara cycle. I ordered the Femara and tossed in in the cabinet withe the plan to do a cycle after the holidays. Around the holidays I learned that rather than taking 3 a day as directed, he was just taking 1 because he isn't "good at remembering to take night pills". To say I was pissed was an understatement! How fucking stupid can you be?! I wanted to shout. I was just completed annoyed and disgusted. Seriously, it's not that hard to swallow pills a couple times a day...and why waste them by taking a fraction of the directed dose. They aren't cheap! This was NOT a good point in our married. A few weeks followed of tense feelings. I was just so tired of fighting this fight. He claimed he wanted a second child, but yet a simple act of taking pills was too much for him to handle.