My husband and I got married in September and I am over the moon happy. We have been ttc pretty much since the wedding night and have been unsuccessful. The longer we're married, the more I get asked, "is there a baby in there yet?!" I want to remove their rudely placed hand on my belly and scream... But what can you really say to your aunt you haven't seen in a year, "having sex every other day like we're supposed to, just can't catch a break!" ...no. I just smile and say "not yet" when really deep down its killing me. It's killing me because my sister, who wasn't even dating her boyfriend at the time, got pregnant after a drunken night "on accident". My little cousin made the "mistake" of not using protection "just one night" and got pregnant. The thoughts that cross my mind always seem to be, why can't I be lucky enough to have a "mistake" or an "accident". All babies are miracles and I love all of my new relatives, I'm just getting alittle antsy waiting for my miracle. Vent over. Baby dust to all 💛💛