Uncertainty

I'm certain I want to have more children.
I'm not certain its a good idea.
My husband isn't sure he wants to be married anymore.
And he's not certain that he wants to be married to me.
But he is certain that we should try "one more time" and "see how it goes."
This is going to be interesting...

BFN

In case anyone was wondering.

I'm fine

I'm fine, Spunx is fine, Husband H is fine, and our last remaining cat is fine. (Old, incontinent and half-blind, but other wise ducky).

But. I still want another child. Only I can't have one, because I am still IF

And. Now that no one reads my blog anymore, I can tell you something really, really horrible about myself.

When I was first writing my IF blog, and reading similar blogs, well. The folks who were trying o have their second (or third) child... I had less sympathy for. (There. I said it). I felt they were a little... greedy, I guess.

And now I'm the B.ernie M.adoff of Babies.

SO here I am, trying to have another child, feeling greedy and selfish for wanting another child, feeling ashamed of having formerly been judgmental of others who were in my exact same position, and most of all feeling... infertile.

Other than that, I'm fine.