It's been almost a year since I packed all of the baby stuff I've bought and made into a plastic box and shoved it under our bed. I keep telling myself it's a good thing it's there because the slats under our boxspring broke, so this box and some of my nursing textbooks are kinda holding up our mattress.😅 I started seeing a therapist in January, got on antidepressants in April and it has been life changing. I still think about my infertility daily, but I don't cry every day, I don't think about how much better off this world would be without me, I have motivation to actually get out of bed now.. We stopped treatments after the failed <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IUI</a> in December that utterly wrecked me and ruined my Christmas. Now we are going with the flow and just letting things happen. No matter how many times I tell myself to stop trying though, I always catch myself counting out cycle days. It's always in the back of my mind. I'm turning 25 in July and still kind of in denial because I always thought I'd have at least one baby by now. I don't want a birthday party or cake, anything. Even though I'm in such a better place now, I just want to move on with my life and enjoy things that I wouldn't be able to do if we did have a baby.