My husband and I met through work. He was the bachelor that had been on his own for over ten years. I was getting out of an abusive relationship. He happened to be the police officer that took the report. He took the photos of my bruised skin and black eyes. I was degraded. We knew each other prior to that, I just never paid attention to him because I was the faithful sort. His family was floored there a was a girl around when he introduced me to them. From what I gather someone hurt him badly and he never intended to date again. Maybe seeing how fragile I was he took a chance.
He kept asking me to go to lunch. I had written off dating. I was pretty hurt. One day he texted and said be ready at noon, I will be in your drive way. We are going to lunch. And that’s it. We have been inseparable ever since.
So here we are. Great house, great jobs, and nice life. We have done well. Well, until you get to conception. We can’t do it. Simple as that. My DH has azoospermia, no sperm for unknown reasons. 3 IVFs later and no baby to show for it. This is our new road. We don’t know where we are going or what we are doing. We have to frozen 5 day embryos, but are reluctant to use them due to finances. So now we are exploring the choices we have for parenthood.
Nothing in my life has been easy. Why would I expect having a baby to be?
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