Ask me about infertility.

Ask me how badly I want a baby.

Ask me how many times I’ve tracked my temperature.

Ask me how many times I’ve counted my days past ovulation.

Ask me how every single month I track my symptoms down to a T.

Ask me how many times I’ve sworn this was it, my cycle, my month.

Ask me how many times I’ve cried.

Ask me how many times I’ve made my SO cry.

Ask me how I don’t even say a word about being late, or how much I want it anymore.

Ask me how much I’ve spent on fertility tests, pills, OPKs, lube, and pregnancy tests.

Actually.

Don’t ask me.

A picture paints a thousand words.

This.

Is unexplained infertility.