This is my first time posting on anything like this. I appreciate this special outlet in my life where there are other people like me who have experienced what I have and know the struggles of TTC. I constantly read everyone's stories and support and I'm humbled by the care and support in the realness of today's world. I wrote some thoughts down today of what TTC feels like to me in this hopeless but hopeful confusing time right now. I've kinda hit a point where I'm sick of obsessing, yet I'm not ready to stop.

Waiting is all I know now.

I'm impatient most of the time.

Tracking my body's every move makes me feel hopeful in the reality of it all.

I'm afraid of the truth and what waiting might not bring.

It's hard to stay positive.

But I hope I can.