Every month you feel everything. Your body plays games with you and it makes you think that it’s finally happening. You’re finally gonna get what you’ve been waiting for. You’re finally gonna be a mom and then you take a trip the restroom and you see the blood. All the aches and twinges and cramping and charting for nothing. This process is breaking my soul. Every month my heart breaks. You see so many people who complain constantly about their child and you sit back and think “what I would give to have a child to run after”. This hurts so bad. I would give anything to be a mom and I don’t think it’s too much to ask for.