I turned 34 in December 2015. It was my hardest birthday yet. My husband and I started really trying to get pregnant in April 2015 after 6 years of marriage. I didn't even realize how bad I wanted to have a baby until I had a chemical pregnancy in October and December 2015. Nobody in our families even knew we were trying until I told my sister in law yesterday. I am mad at myself for waiting so long to start trying. She asked why we waited and I told her that we were busy enjoying life. She stopped and reminded me how lucky we are to have been busy enjoying life and not suffering or sealing with something horrible. She's right. We are lucky to be happy, healthy and in love. I need to cut myself a break. I need to find the joy and happiness again. A baby will happen in time. And let's be honest.... Happy mommy, happy baby!