Two miscarriages, 8 months to get pregnant in between them. No living children.
It’s breaking us. Due to his work we can’t just ‘relax and do it every other day and enjoy yourselves’ it needs to be planned and aligned to fertile days. Which means it’s all too clinical and he hates the pressure of having to perform.
He couldn’t finish this morning on a likely fertile day and now I won’t see him again until the end of the week. So he’s gone to work feeling like a failure and I know that I’ve missed the only window we have probably until November.
I just want to throw in the towel and say fuck it, we’re not meant to have children.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for here but I’m just really sad.