Post by kn510 on Apr 5, 2011 20:23:50 GMT -6
I always wonder what life would've been like, if I had known my DH (Steve) during his first marriage or even in high school. I just think it would make our intro more exciting.
DH and I met in July 2004 on a blind date, we setup ourselves, from a dating service on our cell phones. He was 27, divorced raising his three year old and five year old sons. I was 23 and had just got out of a 4 1/2 year long relationship (in March of that year); without children of my own.
I wasn't expecting to fall in love so fast and by October, I was nervously telling him over the phone. I needed to express it, regardless if he felt the same. If he did, he didn't say. I moved in with him and his son's in February 2005. We got into our first fight in March, to which he finally said he loved me.
For my birthday, in May, we went to Niagara Falls (our paradise place) and he proposed. I had a feeling, but never really thought it would happen that soon. We came back home and shopped for a ring, before telling the kids. I wanted the kids to be okay with the idea and I wasn't going to marry him, unless they approved.
We married the following year, on Friday September. 15, 2006. I chose September because we both love Fall, and the 15th was the combination of my birthdate May 10th and his November 5th. 5+10=15. The good thing was, that it fell on a Friday, cause we only had time for a two day Honeymoon.
After years of waiting (wondering and worrying) and talking... we finally made an appointment with an urologist that would do a VR. January 2010, the doctor told us he would perform the surgery (given DH's 9 year post V) if I checked out "okay" in the fertile department.
I went two ob/gyns. One said to use OPK's; the other said to start BBT charting. I got one surge on the opk and said "yep, I'm good" and confused myself with the BBT. So we told the doctor everything was okay. Well it had been five months later and we needed to pay for another consultation (which seemed stupid, since nothing had changed in DH's health). So eventually the cost of the 2nd consultation will be included with the surgery (dr fee and clinic fee), then he tells us, he won't do the surgery unless Dh gets a biopsy done of his testicles.
We call someone else... someone who will tell us what's needed from the beginning and not change his mind. We find someone closer, for a bit more money, who will do the surgery in office without drugs. This scared DH, but surprisingly after the consultation, Dh scheduled the surgery for the following month! I was shocked, it was finally happening.
The day before the surgery, we came up short on cash and wanted to put the remaining balance on a card, the clinic wasn't setup with. I was in tears, talking on the phone between them and Dh. Luckily he had saved some cash for something else, so we used that instead (and later had to put it back into the savings acct).
The morning of the surgery (August 27, 2010), Dh and I got into a fight. It was as if, he was doing the surgery for me and not us. To hold it over my head, like it was some treat he knew I wanted. Dh said I could drop him off and he'd call when it was over (since it was local). But we were in it together and I stayed the whole three hours.
Since the surgery, Dh is less "I did this for you" and more adapting to trying new things (like scoping) and more "scheduled" bedroom activities. When AF shows her face, Dh is there to say "We'll keep trying"... he just likes the 'trying' part.
We plan on telling the kids, once we got our BFP!
-Katie
DH and I met in July 2004 on a blind date, we setup ourselves, from a dating service on our cell phones. He was 27, divorced raising his three year old and five year old sons. I was 23 and had just got out of a 4 1/2 year long relationship (in March of that year); without children of my own.
I wasn't expecting to fall in love so fast and by October, I was nervously telling him over the phone. I needed to express it, regardless if he felt the same. If he did, he didn't say. I moved in with him and his son's in February 2005. We got into our first fight in March, to which he finally said he loved me.
For my birthday, in May, we went to Niagara Falls (our paradise place) and he proposed. I had a feeling, but never really thought it would happen that soon. We came back home and shopped for a ring, before telling the kids. I wanted the kids to be okay with the idea and I wasn't going to marry him, unless they approved.
We married the following year, on Friday September. 15, 2006. I chose September because we both love Fall, and the 15th was the combination of my birthdate May 10th and his November 5th. 5+10=15. The good thing was, that it fell on a Friday, cause we only had time for a two day Honeymoon.
After years of waiting (wondering and worrying) and talking... we finally made an appointment with an urologist that would do a VR. January 2010, the doctor told us he would perform the surgery (given DH's 9 year post V) if I checked out "okay" in the fertile department.
I went two ob/gyns. One said to use OPK's; the other said to start BBT charting. I got one surge on the opk and said "yep, I'm good" and confused myself with the BBT. So we told the doctor everything was okay. Well it had been five months later and we needed to pay for another consultation (which seemed stupid, since nothing had changed in DH's health). So eventually the cost of the 2nd consultation will be included with the surgery (dr fee and clinic fee), then he tells us, he won't do the surgery unless Dh gets a biopsy done of his testicles.
We call someone else... someone who will tell us what's needed from the beginning and not change his mind. We find someone closer, for a bit more money, who will do the surgery in office without drugs. This scared DH, but surprisingly after the consultation, Dh scheduled the surgery for the following month! I was shocked, it was finally happening.
The day before the surgery, we came up short on cash and wanted to put the remaining balance on a card, the clinic wasn't setup with. I was in tears, talking on the phone between them and Dh. Luckily he had saved some cash for something else, so we used that instead (and later had to put it back into the savings acct).
The morning of the surgery (August 27, 2010), Dh and I got into a fight. It was as if, he was doing the surgery for me and not us. To hold it over my head, like it was some treat he knew I wanted. Dh said I could drop him off and he'd call when it was over (since it was local). But we were in it together and I stayed the whole three hours.
Since the surgery, Dh is less "I did this for you" and more adapting to trying new things (like scoping) and more "scheduled" bedroom activities. When AF shows her face, Dh is there to say "We'll keep trying"... he just likes the 'trying' part.
We plan on telling the kids, once we got our BFP!
-Katie