Worse than the cramps, worse than the bloating, worse than ruining a new pair of underwear, worse than the pop up bumps on my face (and who knows where else). Worse than all of that, that this is another month we were not successful. Another month of waiting and trying again. I’m so ready to be a mother. Every month I feel like a failure to my husband, my parents (who desperately want to be grandparents), but mostly to myself. Sorry for being a Debbie Downer, but AF days are the worst! 15 months of trying.....