After a very long an emotional year DH finally agreed to try for dc3. Obviously i was over the moon, this was a sign! 2010 was going to be my year!
A year later, very fustrated I saw my obygn. I had a cervical erosion which meant that my chances of conceiving were next to impossible. I was put on provera for 3 month, to regulated my cycle and help heal the eriosion. OMG i never thought i could feel so ill on something i was voluntarily taking. Sore boobs, gaining weight, acne like you wouldn't believe and mood swings that make me behave like an absolute loon!
So fastforward to my appointment on friday and my wonderful supportive obygn has taken me off the dreaded provera and put me on letrozole, which he says gives me a 60% chance of ovulating.
Hopefully the side effects wont be as bad and my cycle has returned to a somewhat normal routine.
So I'm thrilled to have the medical support, but dh the one person i really needed support from is completely disinterested. He barely listens to anything i have to say about the new medication, he was completely unsympathetic to how awful the provera made me feel and every month when af turns up he completely shuts me out.
I feel awful, its as though he has endless patience with everyone else and he will make time for other people/issues, but as far as ttc is concerned he just doesnt want to make the emotional investment
I know we all have our own coping mechanisms, and the very fact that he has compromised to try for dc3 is amazing. He is a wonderful dad to our other 2 dc, and in ever other aspect a great dh.
How do i get over feeling so sorry for myself and start celebrating that i might just be making progress? Even if dh isnt so excited?