No wait, that wasn't entirely true. Trying to conceive had definitely been good for our marriage. It had meant sex: lots of it. Edward certainly wasn't complaining. And with all that practice, we'd become more passionate, more in touch with each other's needs. Our sex life was better than ever.
Surprising, really. I'd imagined it would get routine quickly, and we'd be tired of having to try all the time. It reminded me of what Edward had said after the very first time we slept together: "I'll never tire of making love to you." I guess it had been true.