I just finished listening to "Baby of Mine" by Alison Krauss. Needless to say, I'm tearing up right now.
I know I'm not the most patient person in the world. I'm also very hard on myself. However, in 2 months Jake and I will be trying to have a baby for 2 solid years. That's a long time. That's 24 months of negative pregnancy tests. 24 months of everything from medications to IUIs, to doctors appointments, to taking my BBT every morning to using OPKs and the CBEFM. And most painfully, it's been 2 years of wondering if I'll ever become a mother. I also feel very alone through all this. I know my family has been so supportive and Jake has been wonderful; more than I could ever hope for.
I'm just sad. I'm sad just wondering if I'll ever get to see my child's face, smile, fingers and toes, eyes. So many people out there take children for granted. Hell, some kill them through abortion and just throw them away. It's gutwrenching to see some women treat what I'm working so hard for, like trash.
In a few days, either I'm taking another pregnancy test, or AF is going to show. I'm thinking the latter has a bigger chance of happening. It's also hard...very hard, to see other people around me get pregnant while I'm trying so hard and have been trying for so long.
I keep hearing things like "Your time will come." but it's at times like these where I just don't see that time coming. Ever. I'm trying to have faith, but what if God forgot about me?