Conceived my son who just turned 2 on second cycle, horrific pregnancy, PND, took 10ish months to physically recover from the pregnancy. Finally felt brave enough to start trying for number 2, and had naively assumed I would get pregnant again quickly.
This year has just felt like one disappointment after another, and celebrating my sons second birthday was so hard as I thought I'd either have a sibling for him by now, or at least be nearly there.
Doesn't help that my best friend is due in 2 weeks (our first children are the same age), and to add in to the mix, I'm waiting to find out if I'm going to be made redundant.
How on earth do you stop the rollercoaster of emotions? Every month I feel so hopeful, and it's always ends in disappointment.