Exhausted

For 2 weeks, although anxious, I have this deep hope. Excited that we may have finally changed our future. My heart flutters with the possibility. I speak with optimism and feel a strong love. I look at my husband and can't wait for him to be a father. I also try to contain myself, so I am calm and don't jinx things. Then in one day, like a stone tossed at a mirror, everything shatters. Now, the clock resets and I now know my womb for the next 2 weeks are for-sure empty. It hurt the first month, It has continued to hurt every month thereafter as they have stacked up in years.