Be sure to click the title of this post "Finally Pregnant" above, or "Read More" below for more of our story.
My husband is unbelievably supportive (and born to be a Daddy) and suggested possibly looking into infertility treatments. The doctor was going to start me on Clomid, but due to the restriction on the amount of cycles you can use it for, she wanted my husband's numbers to be right on target. His count was fine, but he had a "sperm morphology" issue and wanted him to see a urologist before she'd start me on it. The urologist diagnosed him with a prostate infection but was less than concerned with his numbers. He didn't agree with the OBGYN and said we'd be fine to start the Clomid. After antibiotics, right before his next appointment, the office called my husband and said the urologist was in a horrible accident, was paralyzed from the waist down, and was no longer practicing. Again, it felt like the "baby door was slammed shut" for us. We continued to try the 'old fashioned way' but stopped really trying I was no longer the "pre pregnancy health Nazi" that I considered myself for a while, started slipping back into eating more of what I wanted and having the occasional glass of wine...or three.
My goal for years was to get myself horseback riding lessons when I lost 100 lbs. Oh our 5th wedding anniversary, my husband booked us a day trail riding in the North Georgia Mountains. We had SO MUCH FUN and it just felt so great to be out there on a horse. A few weeks later, I booked my lessons. However, I never got to take them because I found out I was pregnant! Thankfully the woman at the stables was so happy for me, she agreed to "save" my lessons for after the baby is born.
The moral of the story: I know it's so much easier said than done, but try not to "care" so much. When you put too much thought and stress into it, your body can't relax enough to do what it needs to do to get that baby made!