It’s hard not to feel like a failure.
It’s hard not to compare yourself to everyone around you – everyone who seems to be falling pregnant without much effort or quarrel.
It’s hard not to feel like you’re not a real woman; you’re not a woman who can perform something that seems to come so easily to others. The parts that can bring life to the world just aren’t playing ball.
It’s hard to feel like you are already a mother, but the world isn’t matching up. You know in your heart you are made for this but for some reason, everything disagrees.
It’s hard not to be brought down by failure month after month, even when you know the odds, know the score, know how much luck comes into it.
It’s hard not being able to control it as much as you wish you could.
It’s just hard. But you’re not a failure. Your body is taking its time, your timing is being perfected, your place in the world is still right.
And when you have hope, you can carry on. There is always hope, there is always a light at the end – and if you have faith, maybe God (or the universe) will provide.
Don’t give up.