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I think the hardest part about finding out that someone is pregnant is the moment of false hope I get during which I deceive myself into believing that if I tried again, I might get pregnant too. I mean, they got pregnant... why couldn't I? Then the cold, harsh reality sets in that we did try... for nearly ten years... and one of those years with medical help... and nothing happened but a miscarriage and a lot of frustrating, disappointing, heartbreaking months. And then the air leaves my lungs and I'm left feeling empty and alone with my infertility while the rest of the world moves on with its happiness.
Yeah, it sucks. I get over it eventually and move on... until the next pregnancy announcement is made. Will there ever come a day when these announcements won't crush me? Good god, I hope so.
Yeah, it sucks. I get over it eventually and move on... until the next pregnancy announcement is made. Will there ever come a day when these announcements won't crush me? Good god, I hope so.