Its been weeks since my horrible nightmare failed IVF/PGD cycle with 0 healthy girls out of 10 embryos. I'm finally ready to get back on the horse and try try again. I've been spending the last 2 months getting healthy, losing weight, researching clinics and my husband said he was going to go all the way with me. He even booked time off work to go with me to interview Dr's etc.
Well now I found a clinic I like and we were supposed to go over next week to sign the papers and get my cycle all lined up for June. I'm discussing this with DH today and he pulls the "are YOU sure YOU want to keep doing this?" speech....
I told him how sick and tired I was of him asking me the same question over and over and over...its his problem so why can't he just own itfor once?
My husband then gave me his list of "concerns" with proceeding with hi-tech:
a) our house is too small
b) he's too old (40) and wants to retire at 55
c) he wants to go on a vacation to FIGI ....yes I should stop everything so DH can go to Figi.
I told him, so we move into a Mc Mansion and go to Figi and you retire....THEN WHAT? because I sure as hell am not going to be happy.
My husband never thinks more than 5 yrs in advance so he didn't know. Just that its obvious that having a daughter is NOT in the cards because we tried and Fail Microsort 4x and now IVF not any normal girls , so this means we should give up and be happy with what we got.
I don't understand why my husband pretends to go along and then when its crunch time he turns and does an about-face. I feel like I'm RUNNING A MARATHON down this long long winding road and I can see this tiny glimmer of pink hope and happiness far away but within reach, yet instead of "running beside me" or even handing me drinks and cheering me on from the sidelines, my husband is this big huge BOULDER standing in my way that I have to push and pull and groan against just to get anywhere. Its wearing me out. Just as I think I've passed ONE hurdle, there'smy husband THE BOULDER standing in the road again telling me its raining and I should just go back home.
I personally do not care one bit about a Mc Mansion or Figi or retirement. I feel like these possessions can all be bought with money down the road and be put off for the time being. I feel like as long as I have breath and EGGS I should keep trying and that I'll resent my husband in the long run if he refuses to let me see this thing thru.
Has anyone else had this problem? If so, what did you do?