Well I can’t really explain how it feels. It totally sucks. It makes me say things like “I hate babies” and “I quit” even though I won’t quit and a baby is all I want.
It makes me have questions every single day. Is what I’m eating right now causing me to not get pregnant? Is something really wrong with me (or Mr. GG) or are we just really, really unlucky?
It makes DH and I fight about sex. Who should initiate it? How can we make this somewhat enjoyable even though neither of us want to do it tonight in the 90 degree heat, but what if this is the day? What if we really have mis-timed it (even though I chart) for an entire year?
I don’t stress about it all of the time, but the overall subject is always on my mind because how could it not be? If we’re not figuring it out, we’re losing time…
There is more, but I’ll stop here.
*Originally I wrote this post after 13 months of TTC. 14 feels pretty much the same : /