This was our seventh cycle of trying for our third baby.
And this is the seventh time that my period has arrived and deflated my hopes.
I’m not sure what else I can do to increase our chances of getting pregnant…
What more I can give up…
How much harder I can pray…
At what point do I have to ask myself what if it just isn’t meant to be? If I’m too old, if my body simply can’t do this…
Though I should be numb to this by now, I’m heartbroken.
In our attempts to get pregnant, my husband and I turn our lives upside down. We plan, we schedule, we hope and believe, just to have to put the pieces back together every single month.
I don’t know how much more hope I have.
I don’t know how many more tears I can cry.
I don’t know how much longer I can put my heart on the line.
And so incredibly sad.
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