Yes, infertility is hard. Marriage is hard. Combined, a marriage in the middle of infertility is.fucking.rough. But I have embraced the hard times and even been grateful for them. I felt our relationship growing stronger and even excited at the prospect of not going through all of marriage strain children often bring. I mean, if we can make it through infertility, we can make it through parenting. Right?
I’m not so sure.
Sometimes – yes this feeling is usually tied to the impending arrival of Aunt Effing Flo – I feel like we aren’t actually making any progress. That we’re in love and do what we can to salvage our relationship after another one of my coming-period-zaps-all-remaining-patience meltdowns, but we (he) don’t actually learn anything, so the exact same fight happens every month or two.
So will we/our relationship actually be better off having gone through infertility, or are we stubbornly ignoring some signs that this relationship is doomed?
Parents- please feel free to chime in on parenting with your spouse after infertility. I need either hope or to face reality because I’m feeling pretty lost over here.