Woke up at 5:30 to pee and was crushed to see AF had decided to show up. Sat there on the toilet and cried my eyes out into a bath towel, trying not to sob so loud so I wouldn't wake my husband. I crept back to bed and laid there as the tears kept falling. I'm trying to stay positive, but month after month it gets harder trying to keep my spirits up that one day, we'll get pregnant again. Even though it seems like it'll never happen, I still pray that it will.