My husband and I have been trying to conceive going on 13 months. We're both 27, almost 28, and have had no previous kids, not even a chemical pregnancy, nothing. My friends are all married and starting to announce their pregnancies and I can't handle it. I cut of tires with my best friend of ten years because she just announced she is three months pregnant and got lucky her first month trying. I feel like a failure of a wife and a woman. I'm usually the eternally optimistic happy person, and this had made me bitter and hateful. Every month is another disappointment and more heartache. I'm suppose to be starting naprotechnology next month to help us conceive, but I have little hope anymore. I'm so happy for everyone who can conceive, but at this point I just want to gut out my baby maker and forget I ever wanted a big happy family.