I need to get help.
I am hopeless. I cannot concentrate. I am sad most of the time. I don’t even find pleasure in yoga and skiing (yes, we are still skiing up here) anymore.
Cowboy and I started seeing a marital counselor occasionally after a big blow out about ovulation sex last winter. She’s a nice lady and I like her, but she’s just been cheerleading me on. And I don’t need a cheerleader. I need someone who really gets what this fertility shit (or lack thereof) can do you.
I am afraid that I’ve let it get so far that depression may be a factor in my fertility as we continue.
So I found two shrinks who specialize in infertility in our town. And I’m calling them both today.
God, I need to get control of this before it ruins everything.