I always wanted to be a mom. If anyone ever asked “Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up?” My answer was simple. One word. Three letters. “Mom.” I simply stated. I would then get confused stares. Then was told to enjoy my life and being young and free of responsibility. Yes, waiting for years maybe right for someone else. But me, it just wasn’t. I knew what I wanted.

I believed the choice was simple and up to me-that all I had to do was decide to have a lot of kids and when that time came it would automatically happen. I mean, that’s how it worked for everyone around me when I was older. So why not me?

I know some women go years and years trying. And my heart goes out to them because I have just barely started in the path of hundreds of pregnancy tests, late periods and getting my hopes up just to have them crumble right before my eyes as I still don’t see my 2 pink lines. Then curling in bed, feeling like I’ve failed. Wanting to give up. Thinking “What’s the point!?”

So here’s hoping, that this little white pill will kick start my broken body into doing what is was made to do and what I’ve always dreamed and yearn for.