For years I had been struggling with fertility and watched friend after friend announce and have their babies. While I was happy for them, I was also crushed that it wasn't me and I always felt I was pretending about how happy I was for them. "Your time will come," they said. And ya know what, they were right! After rounds of <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> and a miscarriage of a twin, my perfect little miracle of a boy was born.

Fast forward a couple years. I am here trying for baby number two. I just had a failed round of <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> in July and am now working three jobs to help pay for my next round. I never thought I would ever be back in this position..longing for another baby and pretending to be reeeally happy for others while I am secretly dying inside when they announce their pregnancy.

A good friend of mine told me tonight that she is pregnant. She is 7 weeks along...the same as I would be if my little embryo in July would've stuck. I wish her well with her pregnancy...but here I am pretending...once again. I am beyond blessed to have my son. I never thought I would be here feeling this way again.

I don't know what I am looking for by posting this...I guess just to put it out there to people who may understand. Thanks for listening if you read this through ❤