Week after week, month after month, as time passes by, after all of the doctor appointments, blood work, hearing advice, just trying to get a sliver of hope, test after test, just hoping to see 2 pink lines but instead get blood on my underwear, gotta do it all over again, look up every symptom to see if its possible, giving myself hope but knowing it'll get crushed every time... in result putting myself into depression, cant help but feel fucking bad that I cant give what my daughter wants, give what my husband wants, give myself what I want... seeing others get pregnant cant help but get myself into a mess... all I want is a baby...