I was so determined this was going to be my month. I had cute Christmas pregnancy announcements planned for our families. I was taking all my pills and vitamins, drinking fertility tea, doing fertility yoga and fertility meditation, got positive ovulation, and thought I did everything right (just like every month, but with more determination this time). But my period started Sunday. It crushed me. Then my husband and I went to church. There are at least 8 pregnant women or women who have just had babies at our church right now. Sometimes Sunday is a hard day for me. And right after church we were supposed to go to a family lunch with two of my sisters who are pregnant right now (yes I am thrilled for them, and they try to be careful of me, but it still hurts sometimes). But as soon as we got home from church I just broke down. I sobbed uncontrollably for at least 30-45 minutes. I usually try to stay strong around everyone, even my husband. But Sunday I just couldn’t do it. He held me while I cried, comforted me, rubbed my back, and told me I was beautiful even though I was totally ugly crying. He told me to keep having faith and that soon if this doesn’t work, he will be making enough at his job for us to start fertility treatments. I am so grateful for my husband, and I feel that somehow our marriage is stronger because of that experience. Even though it totally sucks and I’m tired of going through it every month 😞 I’m sorry for this long post, and I don’t know if anyone will even read it. I just need to share to get it off my chest I guess. Good luck and baby dust to you all. I guess there is always next month for trying