We're married now, and we're still trying to get pregnant, living with hormone shots and scheduled sex and weird underwear, all in the hopes of being able to finally have the baby we both want so much. But we've had no luck for several more months. None. And it's frustrating, to say the least. After yet another doctor's appointment where I'm told that the pregnancy test is negative and we just have to keep trying, I come home and vent my frustrations to you, finally letting out some of the emotions I've been trying to control for so long. You decide it's time to say screw it - we're going to not think about it, we're going to enjoy each other just to enjoy each other, and we're going to let what happens happen. And since that means spontaneous sex where we can do whatever we want, well, I'm not about to argue with you...