I came on here to vent. To post about how I've been struggling with this for over 2 years now and nothing. About how ridiculous I feel getting jealous of pregnancy announcements and an adorably pregnant waitress and the frustrated young mother who jokingly offered me her 13 month old son (I totally did think about it too... 😐). About how I see posts on here about 'I've been trying for 8 months and I'm not pregnant, poor me' and I want to laugh maniacally. Then I see a post from a woman who has been trying for years as well. And she's given up. She is like me and already has one child, mine is an incredible 11 year old. It makes me wonder if I should. But I can't. I'm remarried you see and my husband is from a large family and I know he wants his own child as well. He always acts like getting my period every month is a good thing but I know it is eating him up. He thinks it's him. But I'm 36, and he's a trucker which means some months it's impossible to coordinate home time and ovulation. Arrrrrgggg!!! I'm just so frustrated and feeling pitiful and I'm annoyed that I feel pitiful because I should just be grateful for what I have. I'll just keep telling myself that there will be water if God wills it.