I’ve always imagined having kids since a very young age…
Growing up in a small family of being the only child made me realise how having siblings: brothers and sisters is actually a very exciting life for other children. Unfortunately I had to subdue with what I got, and my parents, being so loving and caring, made me feel like the best child in the whole world.
When I wanted something I’d get it, but I had to come up with a valid reason, for instance how will it benefit me or is for school purposes etc. My family wasn’t the luxurious of families, but my father, who worked two jobs a week could provide for both me and my mother who was a housewife.
On occasional weekends or during school holidays I’d always travel to my aunt and uncles place. They had 6 kids: 4 boys and 2 girls. The eldest son (23) had already moved out of the house into a flat and the rest stayed in the house. I’m the same age as the fifth child (16), and the rest were between 15 – 9 years old. We would always catch up on mischief, breaking rules and all, you know how kids are, just being kids.
One day I realised how appreciating it is to have such adorable, caring, funny and reliable cousins. So I made a vow, once I have my own kids, they’ll have the same or similar bond as I used to have with my cousins. They’ll love one another and change the world into a better place.
Four years later, while I was in the process of finishing my 2nd year at University, I met this young, precious soul just outside the university cafeteria. I had accidently bumped over her orange juice and it spilled all over her white sweater. Embarrassed as I was, I received a lecture I’ve never received from a girl I hardly know. Luckily I had enough cents to buy her another one so we can move our separate ways.
Although it had stuck to me, never had I had such a female give me a speech in that manner. To think about it, it’s funny now but it was scary back then. So, as a way of commemorating my sincerity, the following week I saw her again and this time I asked her out. After a couple of “no’s” she eventually said yes and we went out.
After our first date I knew this girl was the one, she had all the things I had imagined from the mother of my kids. We spent together five years filled with ups and downs, and we managed to pull through and on Easter Weekend, we got married.
She’s a fulltime accountant and I’m a fulltime engineer. However, when it comes to family time, we’re always there for each other.
Last year, 2014, we decided it’s time we brought a child onto this earth. She was ready and I’ve been ready. Somehow we could not deliver, we tried numerous times until to date and nothing has helped. At first we thought the problem was with her but it turned out the problem is with me…
I’ve been embarrassed by this before, but I told myself, facing matters, it’s time to chin up and seek for help.
What should I do?

Hmmm

How do you know the problem is from you? Did you run any test?

You both have to visit the hospital and carry out some test then the issue can be nailed and solution gotten.

Hope is the strongest gift u could have,go to hospital together they might put you on medication. wish u d best