You've been eating well, exercising, reducing stress, taking supplements, and minimizing those beers at happy hour. What more must you do to attack the endo and make a baby?
SEX!
We missed our baby window this month. When every month feels like an eternity bringing hope, then despair, missing a month means a minimum of 6 more weeks before I could possibly see that positive result on a pregnancy test. We only get 12 chances a year as it is, and we just wasted one.
I am 35. In 6 weeks I will be 90 years old, all my eggs will be dust, and I will have no energy or hormones left in my wrinkly old lady body. Or so it feels.
How could we miss this golden opportunity? Eligible sperm rush in with flowers and candy, only to arrive late to the party and hear that Ms. Egg traveled through town a few days ago and is already long gone. She'll be back in a month, they're told. Sorry, try again. You are not a winner this time.
What made us miss those few precious days this month? The disappointment hits me like the giant wave on my calendar. I cry every night and rack my brain for answers...
1. We are exhausted. Work, activities, social commitments, and travel has us both coming and going with little overlap. When we are home at the same time, at least one of us can barely keep our eyes open.
2. We've been trying every month. In some ways sex has become a chore, another engagement to schedule on the calendar. So much for romantic spontaneity. Babe, tomorrow is a prime baby making day. Start your engine! What a turn off...
3. Let's face it, we're getting older. I love my man, but I am 35 and he is in his 40's. We are both are over the days of jumping in the sack 3 times a day. It takes time to recharge those romantic juices. And sometimes they just aren't overflowing at the right time.
4. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't want it as much as I do. He has two kids from previous relationships. He wants a child with me, but I think he won't feel as incomplete as I do if we are unable to conceive. Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on him. Perform, now! Like getting a cow for it's milk, not for cuddly companionship. That's of course not how I feel, but I can imagine he feels the pressure to fertilize on demand...and I'm sure it's not that simple.
In the meantime I'm distraught and trying to hold things together. That baby dream fades while endometriosis pain seems to increase every month.
Any advice?
SEX!
We missed our baby window this month. When every month feels like an eternity bringing hope, then despair, missing a month means a minimum of 6 more weeks before I could possibly see that positive result on a pregnancy test. We only get 12 chances a year as it is, and we just wasted one.
I am 35. In 6 weeks I will be 90 years old, all my eggs will be dust, and I will have no energy or hormones left in my wrinkly old lady body. Or so it feels.
How could we miss this golden opportunity? Eligible sperm rush in with flowers and candy, only to arrive late to the party and hear that Ms. Egg traveled through town a few days ago and is already long gone. She'll be back in a month, they're told. Sorry, try again. You are not a winner this time.
What made us miss those few precious days this month? The disappointment hits me like the giant wave on my calendar. I cry every night and rack my brain for answers...
1. We are exhausted. Work, activities, social commitments, and travel has us both coming and going with little overlap. When we are home at the same time, at least one of us can barely keep our eyes open.
2. We've been trying every month. In some ways sex has become a chore, another engagement to schedule on the calendar. So much for romantic spontaneity. Babe, tomorrow is a prime baby making day. Start your engine! What a turn off...
3. Let's face it, we're getting older. I love my man, but I am 35 and he is in his 40's. We are both are over the days of jumping in the sack 3 times a day. It takes time to recharge those romantic juices. And sometimes they just aren't overflowing at the right time.
4. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't want it as much as I do. He has two kids from previous relationships. He wants a child with me, but I think he won't feel as incomplete as I do if we are unable to conceive. Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on him. Perform, now! Like getting a cow for it's milk, not for cuddly companionship. That's of course not how I feel, but I can imagine he feels the pressure to fertilize on demand...and I'm sure it's not that simple.
In the meantime I'm distraught and trying to hold things together. That baby dream fades while endometriosis pain seems to increase every month.
Any advice?