Infertility is hard. Like really HARD. It’s waves of good news and bad, pressure, stress, it’s overwhelming, sometimes it feels like you’re on your own in a massive room full of a million people with the world turning around you. Infertility and TTC has made me feel a million and one emotions, ones I didn’t even know I possess. I always try to look for the positives if they can be found but sometimes during this journey, there simply aren’t any. And that’s ok. Sometimes we have to just be.

The one hopeful positive thing I hold in my heart is that one day, when my husband and I are blessed with children, we will be able to look into their little eyes and tell them how hard mummy and daddy fought for them. How wanted they were, longed for. How hard we worked and tried time and time again. I’ll tell them how we got up after every set back because our ultimate goal was them. And I’ll be proud. And I hope they’ll feel loved and know how cherished and precious they are.

So to my future babies, you are our everything. Our life began when we met you. And until that day we will fight and we will carry on no matter how hard it gets with the image of your little feet in our hearts.

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