Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day!  The hubby and I decided to celebrate on Saturday given tonight might be too hectic to go out to dinner.  We ended up at our favorite sushi place.  Guess who was there....  If you guessed Dr. Douche, you'd be right.  He was still wearing scrubs from doing whatever it is he does.  God strike me dead if he ever delivered a child of mine.  We were seated in the adjacent booth but that seemed to be OK, he just neglected to say goodbye when he and his female companion left.  Other than that, it was a great date.

I'm getting better at embracing childlessness.  I don't let the angst of disappointment and a desire for motherhood to do a job on my mood.  We have a cross country ski trip scheduled for March and we're enjoying the freedom to do what we want.  I'm already cooking some ideas about having a romantic weekend by the beach on Mother's Day.

All this positivity on my part is strange in that my husband is more sympathetic than ever to my infertility.  In bed this weekend, he said he was sorry that I couldn't get pregnant.  I told him I appreciated his sympathy but that I was doing OK.  It's a good feeling to know you tried everything you could to solve a problem but some problems are unsolvable.