I hate it when people say...

It just takes time.

Don’t try so hard and it will happen.

God will give you a baby when it’s time.

There’s always adoption.

You’re young. You’ve got time. If you were 35 it would be different.

None of that makes you feel any better when your period hits. It’s not comforting. It doesn’t help. Then again, when you’re at the point when you feel like it’ll never happen for you, nothing helps. Almost 4 years. 45 months. 45 periods. 45 negatives. Then the doctor says oh all your tests came back normal. It’s your husband. He has low morphology and motility, but he doesn’t want to go to the doctor, and when he does he quit taking the medicine. At what point should I just give up? I can’t exactly do this by myself.