Last night as we cuddled on the sofa and watched "The Right Stuff" (my husband is so cool that he doesn't mind that I have to watch this every time it's on so that I can fall in love with Sam Shepherd all over again), H suggested: "You know, we should get a dog. Having something to love and look after would help us get through this fertility stuff."
My husband wants to get an obligatory infertility dog. He doesn't read infertility blogs, he doesn't read any blogs. He currently doesn't allow me to use the word infertile to refer to us. Clearly there is something in this pattern that transcends the blogsphere.
However we won't be getting a dog. If we get anything it will be a cat. Because I'm a cat person, and in the end, I know H will let me win this one. For now, at least.