Sometimes I feel like giving up.

Like. I veer so wildly between feeling like there’s always hope, and feeling like this is never going to happen, so why torture myself?

I dunno. Ask me throughout my cycle and it depends on how many articles I’ve read lately – how many positive, how many negative. I feel like we’ve been doing this forever, and we’re surrounded by babies. With one coming every month at the moment to close friends.

I’m so tired.

On the positive side, our fertility clinic appointment is Tuesday. So at least we’ll get some answers, advice… maybe even a plan. I just want them to give me some hope.

But yes. Today feels hopeless. Today I feel like giving up. But I don’t think I ever could. This means more to me than anything else.

Hug your babies tight, please. Love on them. Appreciate them. You don’t know how lucky you are.