Epic Fail

Epic Fail.

Each Month; Epic Fail.

The torment this brings.

Every single month, for all these years; Epic Fail.

Some months start out hopeful. I feel as though 'yes, this will be the month'. I find myself hoping, dreaming, wishing, almost planning.

Epic Fail.

At times, it feels as though I'm mourning the loss the someone that has died...Every.....Single......Month.

Every. Single. Month.

It torments me. It consumes me. It completely takes over any sanity I thought I'd had.

Can you imagine mourning the loss of someone dying every month? Trying to go through the five stages of grief in a matter of days, or even hours?

Every Month, this is what it feels like to have infertility.

- Heather