You know, sometimes I just feel like throwing in the towel and forgetting it. I got my first PEAK on my CBFM yesterday and by my temp this morning, I reckon today is my ovulation day. I told my husband yesterday morning about getting my PEAK and he said "ooh! so does that mean tonight we get to have an early night?" I was really happy all day thinking this month could go according to plan. My husband was out all day taking photographs at a wedding and didn't get home until really late (close to 10pm). I was due to go to a friends party, but opted out thinking it would be too late when I got home for us to BD. I prioritised. I waited for my husband to relax a bit, he had tea and toast and we watched a little TV and then off to bed. We had a short conversation about how unfortunate it was that he had been kept late at the wedding (long story but cutting the cake was delayed and he had to wait to take photos). He said "they messed me around and spoiled my plans". I said "tell them when you see them that they spoiled my plans too". He said "don't worry your plans aren't spoiled" and he fell asleep. This morning he got up and had breakfast because he is running a race (it started at 10am). He got up an hour early because we forgot about winter time changing. Instead of using that extra time to BD, he spent it looking for something on the internet and now he's gone out to his race. He gave me a huge hug before he left and asked me if I was OK that I looked really tired and fed up. I told him I did feel a bit that way but that I would do something nice today to cheer myself up. He is bring his 2 boys (10 and 14) over here after lunch to spend the day with us, so that's our chance of any daytime romance out the window. I like his two boys, but today I don't want them here and feel like they are his priority (naturally they should be). A little guilty part of me feels that he is all right because he has two children, but every month my chances of having a child are depleted by events like this. It's not the first time and I really feel my efforts are wasted because my husband just simply doesn't 'get it'. Either that or he is not committed to the idea of conceiving. I really feel like giving up. I've talked to him too many times before about the way I feel and it still doesn't stop this type of event happening again and again. Ah! Big sigh. I'm going to go shopping now for the ingredients to make a big Halloween cake in the shape of a haunted castle, just to occupy my time and stop me bursting out crying (again). My poor little kitten has had to listen to the tearful rants of a woman obsessed this morning (I swear she'd have ear muffs on by now if she could). Sorry for the rant, but I can't share this with anyone else as it's too intimate a topic. Am I the only one with these problems?