Me and my husband have been trying for 2 years to have another child. We have a 6 year old and I'm honestly grown to the idea of being completely okay with not being able to concieve or keeping the tiny bean. For whatever reason it just isn't in the book of my life. I was mad, angry and hated myself because I couldn't have another baby but I look at my son and it makes all of the doubt and self hate fade away. I'm currently 11dpo and I feel like aunt flo is gonna show but I haven't had any symptoms of pms or pregnancy. I'm just so tired of the disappointment and the stress it brings. If it is meant to be then it will happen but as for now, I'm just gonna enjoy what God has already blessed me with.