Working as a nursery RN, it's already hard enough to go to work everyday, go to deliveries, watch other people have what I'm struggling to obtain and want more than anything. Then to provide ongoing education and assistance throughout their stay. The hardest ones are teenage moms or those who don't want their babies, or who were taking drugs or drinking during pregnancy.

But no matter how much I drink the water that everyone claims will get you pregnant around there, still no pregnancy. No matter how many lifestyle changes I make or how much money we spend on fertility treatments, we end up with nothing but broken hearts and dreams. And now, I find out a coworker that is younger than me and was married in at the end of last year is pregnant. Pretty much the first month they started trying. Of course I am happy for her and wouldn't wish this heartbreaking journey on anyone, but couldn't she have had to try at least a few months? And why not me? That seems to be a recurring daily question. I'm happy for them, but why not me?

Now 4 of my coworkers are pregnant. And I'm going to have to watch them start to show and hear them talking about their pregnancies. As if having my job and being infertile isn't enough. I'm sad, angry, conflicted, depressed, and overall stressed. She's due the month after I would have been if my <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> hadn't failed. This is going to be another rough year.