Friday marked 5 years of marriage for us. We went out to dinner @ one of our favorite places thanks to a Groupon & in 3 weeks we are going to Nantucket for a 2 night getaway thanks to Living Social. I've always been a bargain hunter thanks to my mother, who taught me from an early age to clip coupons. With the advent of the internet, deal hunting has changed & I've since taught her how to shop cheap online. But anyways:
5 years of marriage. Half a decade. Longer than a presidential term of office. Longer than many marriages last. I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been hard. I actually know of a few couples where infertility has resulted in divorce. Not just because of the infertility obviously, but it certainly added to stress that was already there. And I always wonder if we'll be next because of it.
Reaching the 5 year mark of our marriage also means the 5 year mark of our infertility is just around the corner. To every person who told us to "enjoy each other; don't start trying to have kids right away": eff you. I still have my husband for now, but I may never have a child to enjoy. There is nothing enjoyable about infertility. I'd give anything to feel a kick from inside, feel the burning pain of labor, be woken up @ 3am for a dirty diaper, be told "no" by a sassy toddler.
We are infertile. We don't need to worry about finding a babysitter to go out to dinner. We don't need to worry about hauling a car seat or pack & play on the ferry. It's just us. It may only be just us. Well, us plus the dog & cat. :)