My husband and I are under contract to buy our first home. A beautiful single family home with 3 bedrooms and 3 full baths, big backyard to run in (which is insanely difficult and expensive to get in our neck of the woods). Why did we buy this house? To have a family in. To raise children in. We put every dime we had into this place so we had a safe and nice home to grow a family in. My husband has already planned where in the backyard the mini football field is going, and where the swing set is going. He's even planned what science projects they will do someday. We have an empty third bedroom we won't touch until it's a baby's room. Just sitting there. But.. Im not pregnant. I keep trying. I'm thinking about it constantly that Im on the verge of going insane. I try not to tell him too much (which is why I'm venting here) because I don't want him to feel like a sperm bank and I'm not just having sex with him for a baby. I truly enjoy our intimacy and love it. My frustration is that... we did everything "right." We went to college. We got our masters. We did the peace corps. We paid for all of our schooling alone. We are paying back a stupid amount in student loans. We saved for this house. We take care of ourselves and are healthy. We did everything we were "supposed" to do! I could have skipped college, married the bad boy or rich guy and took the easy route. But I didn't. I gave up a lot so I could be self sufficient. And so did he. So why is it that after all we have done to prepare to have this "traditional" life... it's out of our reach? It's like life is playing a cruel joke. My sister had two kids just by thinking about it and she wasn't even ready. Life is not fair. I know that. But damn, we did everything "right"!!!