I officially tossed my birth control pills with the blessing of my dr.
I usually call it our infertil-aversary, just to make it sound less upsetting than it really is. Maybe it's not normal for me to track it and mark the years as they go by? Or at least not healthy?
Tom and I wanted two together babies when we got married five years ago. By now we could have been bringing home a second. But we are still desperately trying to just have one. Sometimes I really kick myself for not admitting there was a problem. Or being more aggressive with treatments. Or being afraid to start trying meds to help us.
I don't know. I just know it's been four freaking years. No baby. And it's my fault. Sometimes I feel like screaming and crying and hitting something all at once.
So I'm feeling b!tchy today. I'm sorry.