Rant

It seems like I have been waiting forever to have a baby. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be a mother.

We've been married not quite seven years now and I would have had a baby the minute we got hitched at the ripe old young age of 22.  But Mr was in graduate school - a five year program, not making much money.  When we made the decision to do the PhD thing, we agreed on a No Baby policy until school was over. Five years seemed like an eternity, but I knew it was the right thing to do. When I had a baby, I wanted to do it right. I didn't want to barely scrape by and give my firstborn any less than the best.

I waited patiently. Even as my friends married and had their first babies. And then their second babies. And in some cases, even third babies.  All the while knowing that when grad school was over, it would be my turn.

So I should have been ecstatic when he finished in only four years, right?  Must be God smiling down on me for waiting so beatifically!  Or not...

Mr decided that he wasn't quite ready. His new job required a cross country move and very long hours. Could I please just let him get a year under his belt? Really, I wasn't losing anything because we thought grad school would be five years anyway.  Reluctantly I agreed.

Except the new job sucked and we made a second cross country move after only six months.  I warned Mr that he was most certainly not getting a full year at this new job, but I'd stick to my word and give him the rest of his original year - surely six months was enough time for him to get settled at the (second) new job, right?

As the first anniversary of his graduation approached, I broached the subject of babies. By this time he was happily ensconced in his work and we were building our first house - which turned into his new excuse for extending my wait. Did I really want to move with a six months pregnant belly? So many expenses with the new house! Didn't I want to be able to spend solely on a baby when it came? So I agreed to wait another six months, until the house was done.

And finally, finally that fall, I got my wish. I threw out my pills on the day we moved in.  Mr wasn't totally on board but I refused to wait any longer. I'd been patient enough and he'd love a baby when it came.

Except no baby came.

I tried to keep things low pressure for him. I am not the crazy woman screaming 'I'M OVULATING! COME HOME NOW!' into the phone every month. Most months he isn't even aware that it's 'time'.  But as the months piled up with no pregnancy, I began to worry.  After a year, I went to the doctor and had myself tested. Basic tests came out fine and then it was his turn....

But he refused to go. 'Too busy at work' he said.  I tried not to be a nag about it, terrified to bring it up over and over and over again. But month after month, Aunt Flow came calling and Mr kept stalling.

Finally, nearly nine months after I asked him to get tested, I was done waiting. I gave him a week: Get tested. I've lost my patience. Get it done.

And he did. The news was not good: Low Sperm Motility. 'Retest in a month' the doctor said, 'Then we'll go from there'.

A month passed and we had friends in town that week. So I gave him a pass. Then he was going on a business trip overseas. So I gave him a pass. Then he was back but was crazy busy catching up. So I gave him a pass.

I asked him to go last week. Patiently explaining that I have my annual lady visit in April and I'd like to have all his testing done before I go in. Reasonable request? Sure.

But he hasn't done it.  When I asked today he just shrugged and said he didn't go. No excuse. Just didn't do it.

And now, I'm just pissed. So angry I can't even see straight.

I'm done waiting. I held up my end of the deal. It's his turn. Why does he care so little for my feelings? My desire to be a mother?  It's not right. It's not fair. It's not loving. This sucks.

I want to scream. But I'm not sure he would hear.