March 27th, 2009
Yesterday, I found an online fertility community, and spent the whole day, chatting with these nameless, faceless women. For the first time ever, I talked about our problem with people other than our doctors, and it felt so good venting to these real life women, with real life problems. For the first time in weeks, I had a good laugh, when one of my online friends advice me to ‘jump on Babs’ the next time he’s about to climax from a hand job!
The visual was just hilarious! LOL! Even though it isn’t the first time the idea has been broached (the Therapist we saw told us that it isn’t the right way to go about it). But we’ve tried everything he told us to do, and none of them have worked either. So what the hell! It’s gotta be worth a try…and if Babs ends up in hospital, we simply won’t do it again! LOL!
Gosh! I needed that comic relief!!
I can feel my positivity returning!!! Babs isn’t going to know what hit him this weekend!!! LOL!
March 30th, 2009
Well…no luck this weekend, but it isn’t really surprising. We were both sooooo tired, and I don’t think we tried as hard as we needed to!
On Friday night, we were awoken in the middle of the night by Alhaja (Babs’ mum), because her plane had landed much later than expected, and for some reason, their driver had thought she wasn’t arriving any more, and had left the airport. Thankfully, our home is about 10 minutes away, so Babs had driven there to pick her up. Even luckier for me, she had insisted on him making the drive all the way to Surulere that night, so I didn’t have to stress myself getting the house perfect to receive her.
On Saturday night (or rather, Sunday morning), we got a call at 3:30am from our next door neighbor, asking for a ride to take his pregnant wife to the hospital, as he was having car trouble. So, my dear Babs had obliged.
Next weekend, he is away on a training course, so we have to make it happen this week…or it will be another month gone for me and my ovulation window.
April 3rd, 2009
Well…another month gone. No luck whatsoever!
ARGH! I hate his agoraphobic sperm! Sitting in his penile cavity, making a mockery of us both!
Now, he has gone for his training, and I have the whole weekend all on my own.
April 4th, 2009
Funnily enough, I am actually quite enjoying being home alone this weekend. Nothing to stress me, or give me any agro! I’ve managed to get sooo much done!! My house hasn’t been this sparkly clean and tidy for months, and being so busy has stopped me from brooding too much.
So, I am now enjoying the three P’s, i.e.:
And wine? Did I mention wine? I’ve had a LOT of it! Bliss!
But it made me realize that, in the three years we have been battling this condition, I have made myself a hermit. My friends no longer see me. I have pretty much cut myself from everyone who isn’t part of my immediate family…and it wasn’t even deliberate. The deeper Babs and I sank into this ejaculation wahala, the further away I drifted from practically everything else. Add to that the fact that we live on the other end of town, and it was a full on recipe for the dilution of all my friendships. Sad, but true!
At a point, I considered calling up some of my friends, but I immediately decided against it. No need spending my day of rest and relaxation having strained conversations. Nah! Maybe some other time.
April 6th, 2009
Babs came back yesterday afternoon. I can’t even begin to put into words how happy I was to see him! Yes, it was just 2 days, but it felt like an eternity! I was miserable without him!
My so-called blissful and relaxing weekend had gotten off to a great start on Saturday, but on Sunday, I had managed to put my mobile phone in the washing machine, with my bed sheets. When I realised what I had done, I had stopped the cycle, and managed to flood my laundry room, in my bid to retrieve it. Well, I did retrieve it, but the phone is pretty much condemned.
But bless my darling husband. He took me out for dinner, because he realised I needed to get out of the house, and he thought I deserved a little pampering after the nightmare weekend!
We didn’t attempt anything last night, as we both felt like we were going to explode, after eating so much!! But it was so nice just to cuddle up, and go to sleep.
I love my darling Babs! And I know that we’ll definitely get through this!
My name is Morayo. I’m a TTC Warrior…and I’m far too stubborn to give up.
Catch up on Morayo’s story here:
- Morayo’s Mountain 1: TTC Warrior
- Morayo’s Mountain 2: Soul Mate
- Morayo’s Mountain 3: Grateful for the little things
- Morayo’s Mountain 4: Family Secret
- Morayo’s Mountain 5: Fed Up