March 29, 2005 was the day we decided to throw away birth control.
As much as we were loving on each other,
we didn’t think that it would take long for me to get pregnant.
Every month we got excited because my period was two to three weeks late.
Little did we know that was classic PCOS.
We’d find that out three years later.
Anyway,
it’s five years later and we’re still not parents.
BARREN!
I’ve been down in the dumps,
really low.
My period started on March 29th.
Felt like a slap in the face.
My 41-year-old uterus is useless.
I decided to climb out of the darkness.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
Shug and I are in a good place.
We still love and respect each other.
We still want the best for each other.
And we’re seriously looking into other options for starting our family.
So,
I think I’ll be posting more.
It’s time to move on.
Time to stop obsessing about how much time has passed.
Look forward to the future.
God has something special planned for us.
Otherwise we wouldn’t have made this far.
Together.
FIVE YEARS = 60 Months.