I’ve had some rough days lately. I’m a planner and a worrier and this drives my husband crazy. He tells me to be more spontaneous and to let things go. We were bummed this week to find out that we didn’t receive the grants we had applied for. I had thrown most of my hope into this and was a bit crushed. Derek, like always, remained strong. He lets me throw a temper tantrum then talks me down. He knows how to say the right thing. At least we have each other.
There isn’t anybody I’d rather be on this infertility journey with. He is the most responsible person in the room all while being the life of the party. He truly makes me a better person. Derek is a business man and a thinker. Since being infertility broke he has started building and selling furniture. He’s amazing and we are able to save money a lot faster with this extra income. He may not react the way I do but he’s trying to make this work just as hard as I am.
During the last round of treatment I was prescribed injectables. This meant I had to get a daily shot in the abdomen. Derek’s always been a little squeamish about hospitals but I’m way worse. There was no way I’d be shooting myself up. He stepped up and gave me a shot every night. We laughed each time as I squirmed around the couch. This stupid process somehow made us grow closer. Our relationship couldn’t be stronger.
With every failed cycle or disappointment he stays calm. He reminds me that it’ll work someday and I believe him. After the disappointment of losing the grants we went over our options.
The planner in me needed to figure something out. We talked through our finances and have a tentative plan (more on that later). But for now, we are going to enjoy the holidays and each other.
Feel free to contact us if you are interested in any furniture. He has experience making lots of handmade pieces. The dresser below is one of my favorites.
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