I've been struggling with this "trying to conceive" notion for a long time. My husband and I were married almost four years ago and we still do not have any children. I always thought I would have kids right away. I thought I would get pregnant shortly after getting married, take silly photos of my growing belly, and then have a sweet little baby. I never expected two miscarriages and four years of trying. No one ever does. I know that.
Sometimes I feel so empty, like there is a piece of me missing. I feel like less of a woman because I couldn't keep those two pregnancies. I know it's not my fault, but that doesn't change how I feel in my darkest moments.
I want this blog to be the truth about my feelings. I always tell people I'm fine, that I know we will have children one day. And then I go home and cry to myself. I want to be able to show other women, who are suffering like I am, that they aren't alone and maybe bring a little hope of a brighter day.
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