You guessed it - I failed miserably today.
It all started at lunch time. I went to my gynecologist today, my yearly check-up. I had spoke with Numero Uno before about wanting to ask the doctor about why I have not gotten pregnant over the last three years since we don't do birth control. I felt like me even asking that was pretty self-explanatory: I want to have another child. He said yes ask about what's going on. So today I asked the doctor and he wants to do lab work. I relayed the message to Numero Uno and his response was not what I wanted. He turned into a man. He said he was happy with the age our kids are now and really didn't want to have anymore children. My heart was crushed. I found my comfort in the bottom of a Jack's fast food bag along with a tall Dr. Pepper. That was just the start. Two fun size Butterfingers, a Grapico, and three cookies later, my diet is not detoxed.
Numero Uno and I will resolve this issue, life will go on, we will be fine. The unpleasant reality is we differ on something I hold dear to my heart. He has since told me he would agree to one more. My heart did not soar since I felt like we were reaching a business agreement instead of loving decisions to expand our family.
Life will go on. Tomorrow is Day 4. I will start again.