The last couple of days have been bad. Like, if my days had arms they would be extending their arms and giving me the biggest bird they could manage.
First, DH was supposed to go for a semen analysis yesterday, which definitely didn't happen. First he left the cup he was supposed to use inside my car. This would be fine, if he were driving my car to the place, but he wasn't. So then I had to leave class to give him the cup because he insisted on changing out of his uniform. PLUS he had to look up directions, because heaven forbid he find directions BEFORE the appointment! Then, half way to his appointment he calls to say he'll be late, and they tell him not to come. Strike one.
Next, I come home from class to news that DH might be deploying. Strike two.
We're on day three of needing to bd every other day, and DH won't touch me. STRIKE MOTHER EFFING THREE!
DH and I have had this issue for a while... I've gained weight, and therefore DH isn't always super ready to bd. I understood not doing anything on day one, he had to save the little guys up for the test. Day two he just wasn't feeling it, but promised that we'd get kicking the next day. Today he's tired. Tired? Effing tired? I'M FUCKING TIRED! I'm tired of taking pills! I'm tired of having blood drawn! I'm tired of having things shoved inside of me! I'M TIRED OF SHOWING MY LADY BUSINESS TO EVERYONE IN A WHITE COAT! All he has to do is have sex with me! He makes it seem like a chore, like it's the worst thing in the world to have to see me naked for a little while. No wonder we can't get pregnant! You have to have sex to get pregnant! It's just... It's wearing me thin... I'm starting to resent him, and I don't want that. I love him with all of my heart, but I need to feel like I don't repulse him. We both want this baby with every fiber of our beings, but it just isn't going to happen if we can't get past this stupid road block.
I'm ready to rip my hair out in chunks.