So yesterday DH only had a half day of work and I was off and we went golfing! DH loves to golf and he wanted to go so I agreed. I like golf I just suck at it! We decided at the beginning of the game that there was an 8 stroke limit. This way we would prevent to many people from having to play through us. Well on our 9-hole game I made a perfect 8 on each hole! Ha! To bad the object is lowest score wins.
It was a nice relaxing afternoon with the wind blowing through the golf cart and just relaxing trying not to think about TTC. DH smokes on occasion (which I hate by the way) and since we have our RE appointment coming up I have asked him to quit. In fact our RE's office has a no smoking policy saying that they have the right to not treat smokers since it can impact the treatments that they do. I thought that this policy would help him to quit, but it hasn't. This frustrates me. I feel like if I have to go through the testing and possible hormone injections that the least he could do is quit. At our golf game though I bit my tongue, it wasn't supposed to be a day focused on TTC so I just kept my mouth shut, no matter how much it bothered me....
Oh the joys of TTC on my mind.
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