As we were preparing for our trip to Ireland, we spent some time reading guide books and deciding where to go. We saw this abbey called St Mary of the Fertile Rock. Something with that name had to be on our must see list.
We manage to navigate our way to this abbey, and guess what greeted us?
Yep, a padlocked gate. As if we needed any more reminders that fertile things are not for us. Even the fertile rock abbey is keeping us out. So we hopped the fence. Much like we hope our IUI cycle starting soon (I think tomorrow), we are finding our own way into fertility.
And we were glad we did, because this was an amazing old abbey. The church is in ruins, but the cemetery is still in use.
I asked DH if he thought our chances would be improved if we had sex in an abbey called the fertile rock. He didn't think that was such a great idea, but lucked out since we were not the only ones to have hopped the fence.
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