the cute little announcement on the hot page reads as I sit on the toilet with blood falling out of my vagina. 😓

Lady, I’m so damn happy for you but at the same time I’m crying for me. For the baby I might never be blessed with.

August last year is when hubs and I started trying. May 15th was the estimated due date. My period was late and I had symptoms like crazy. I was sooo excited! Thought we got pregnant on the first try! May 15th 2019 I’d have my own little baby!! But then I tested negative and period came so I said goodbye to my May baby.

Now here we are again, a year later. It was August again with the possibility of another May baby. But this August I was just too tired. Too tired of trying, tired of testing, tired of disappointment. The cherry on top? I ovulated on my birthday. A day that is suppose to be happy for me but was a day that just reminded me that no matter how hard I try, I won’t get my May baby...