Hubs and I have been trying for baby #2 for over a year now and, after 2+ years and a lot of medical issues conceiving our first, I wasn't expecting miracles. I've honestly been thinking it would be nice to stop trying altogether and just have a little family of 3. This month gutted me though. I really thought this was gonna be our lucky month - AF due tomorrow but my clockwork pre-AF-spotting was MIA, my normal pms wasn't happening, but I was nauseous like I was with my first pregnancy. I was so excited because we would LOVE an October baby. Hubs's best friend is having his first baby in June too so we were thinking how cute it would be his wife and I would be pregnant together and our littles would be about the same age. But then I wiped red and that little balloon just completely burst. I know my journey hasn't been as hard as others but fuck this is so heartbreaking.