I’m tired of hearing my friends are pregnant. I’m tired of the announcements, the gender reveals, the baby showers and the pictures. I’m tired of feeling like I might be pregnant and then getting my period. My heart hurts. Why can’t we conceive? Why are we not able to do what others do so naturally? 5 years later, I approach my thirties and I feel like an old hag that’ll die alone. My SO says it’s not the end of the world and keeps hoping it’ll happen, but I feel like it won’t and he will end up leaving me eventually. Meanwhile, the world is falling apart. Maybe it’s for the best. But I’m tired.