I am tired.

Tired of trying. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I've failed. Tired of hating my body.

I'm tired of telling my husband I'm sorry. Its okay. Well try again next month. Tired of crying into his shoulder when I realize I'm lying.

Tired of hearing them announce theirs. Tired of ultrasounds. Of round bellies. Tired of having breakdowns when I see them.

I'm tired of horse pills. Of empty promises. Of blood tests and pelvic exams. I'm tired of doctors offices.

I'm tired of staring at a onesie that'll never be filled. I'm tired of bawling at work when it finally hits me. I'm tired of negatives. I'm. Just. So. Tired.