We've been trying to conceive for 10 months now. It's been really difficult. Emotionally, physically - you all know how it goes. I eat well, sleep well, exercise regularly. I'm 25, he's 26 and we're both fit and healthy.
In May, my younger sister told me she was expecting. It was a complete accident, but they decided to carry through with the pregnancy. It completely broke me. It was something I wanted so badly, and it happened to her accidentally.
Last night, my husband's brother and wife told us that they are now expecting. The hole that I've only just managed to crawl out of has now sucked me back in, and sucked me back deeper. I feel so weak and pathetic. I hate my body for failing to give me what we want to badly, I hate the world for giving other people what they want but not us, and I hate those people for getting it. Which makes me also feel incredibly guilty. I know I should feel really happy for them, but I just feel dead.
My husband is a massively positive person, and his attitude is just 'it changes nothing for us, we'll keep trying'. But at the moment I don't want to do anything. If we don't try, I don't have to go through the repeated heartache and disappointment that comes from it.
It's so cruel that someone else's extreme happiness cause's someone else's extreme misery. Nobody knows we're trying to conceive, and it's been a very lonely journey for me. My husband tries to be supportive, but I don't think he quite realises the mental/physical/emotional toll that this journey is having on me.
Reaching out to anyone out there who might be able to offer some words of wisdom/sympathy.