At This Rate I’ll Have To Adopt, Or Borrow Your Husband

I’ve officially become impatient.

I had my IUD removed 24 June.

My doctor suggested waiting 2 cycles before we begin trying.

He wanted to wait 3.

I did. It’s over. I’m ready. Let’s get it on.

No, he says?

I wanted to wait 6 months?

He had never said that before. Why wait I ask?

Grumble, grumble, something about getting the drugs out of my system.

I had an IUD in my uterus, I was not snorting cocaine I say.

I explain that it could take a few months and we need to start now to have a summer baby.

He insisted that he’s a one shot type of guy. The first try will make me pregnant.

He’s naïve like that. But I let him believe.

I explain that I am most fertile Sunday and Monday and he needs to pull his shit together by then or I’m getting back on birth control.

He agrees to Sunday. Sunday we will start. I have won him over.

The next night he wants me to got the store for him.

Hell no, I’m tired I explain.

If you want to start trying for a baby, you’ll go, he says.

It’s going to be a long few months………….