Five Years

This weekend DH and I celebrated our 6 year anniversary. Or should I say, we "celebrated", since all we did was trade cards, look at our wedding photos, and take a roll in the hay. Somehow that all seemed perfectly fine for us. We still love each other. We are still in love. I would still choose to marry him again.

This weekend also marked our 5 year anniversary for trying to "make" a baby. If someone would have told me 5 years ago how many crazy turns my life would be now, I wouldn't have believed them. Not that my life is crazy, but just not what I would have expected.

For our 1 year anniversary, DH and I took a cruise to celebrate. I had gone off birth control in February and started charting. We decided to start trying at our one year anniversary. I was secretly hoping that I would end up pregnant during those two months from when I went of birth control and our official start trying month. Obviously didn't happen. I went on that cruise armed with my thermometer and a OPK. We had sex every other day. (I only know this now because yesterday I went back and looked at my chart from that month.) I ovulated 3 days after our anniversary. All the stars were aligning. Just before we left, my cousin made a comment that everyone she knows that went on a cruise came back pregnant.

We all know how this story went. I didn't end up pregnant. We went on trying. I was disappointed. It was the first time in my life that I tried really hard at something and came out failing miserably. Then I proceeded to continue failing month after month. I was at such a low point when I was diagnosed with my UU that I was almost relieved. Shocked, absolutely, but also relieved to know that there had been nothing I could have done differently.

More to say on all this, but that post on this but as my crazy life is, I have two little boys that I must tend to now...