When we decided we wanted to start working on having kids, I did not think that it would eventually involve a daily alarm, refrigerated and non-refrigerated medicine, needles, syringes, alcohol swaps, a bio-hazard container, gauze pads, and daily injections into my stomach. Nope. My visions included romantic music (or lots of UK-based punk), candles, etc. Now the most romantic thing my husband can do for me to help things along is to put fresh mint leaves in boiling water so I can still drink mint tea at night (herbal teas are a big No-No per my doctor, but fresh mint in hot water is allowed).