My plan was for a Mothers' Day weekend full of relaxation, bliss, and lots of baby making. Instead, I tried to help someone in my family who was contemplating suicide. Even though I was home with my husband, every night we were so tired that TTC seemed physically impossible...so we didn't even try. The thing that bothers me the most is that this isn't the first time we have just been too tired to do it. Sometimes I wonder if we are just getting old. Or maybe I don't want it bad enough. Seriously, it's not like it takes that long--why does it sometimes seem impossible to make it happen?
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