If I could go back to before TTC, I would have never started.
What if there's no light at the end of the tunnel? What if there is just more tunnel? After 1 year and nearly 6 months trying to conceive with no BFPs, I made the decision to transfer to another hospital.
I went to my clinic this morning to sign transfer papers. The waiting room packed with the usual hored of young pregnant women. Something caught my attention. A
well-dressed (obviously well off) couple emerging from ultasound. Both were wiping tears away, distraught. Husband sniffling, eyes red. We all know what just happened.
It hit me.
What is this struggle for? Why am I doing this to myself? To my husband? We are already beaten and worn trying to fight for just one BFP. We have both gone through a myriad of medications that have made us sick, altered our moods, killed our sex drive and put a strain on our relationship.
Knowing, seeing, it can get SO MUCH WORSE is almost too much to stomach. Is this even worth it anymore?
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