I never learn. I always have to contribute to the struggling to TTC threads which are posted in Chat, rather than Conception, where I never venture any more ever. Hope rears its ugly head when you read of the women who had completely given up and then got a BFP out of nowhere at the age of 42 and so on and so on. Obviously I'm very pleased for them, but it gets the cogs whirring about it possibly happening for me too, and then I start counting days and checking pants and planning... when deep down I know it's hopeless. It's just like when I try to convince my mother that no, there won't be any grandchildren from me. There absolutely won't because we are infertile. And no I am not going to have any more IVF because I know it won't work. This won't happen despite your friend's daughter in law who had a surprise pregnancy out of nowhere at 43. And that people telling me "Don't give up hope," have no idea how dispiriting and knackering hope is and I'd rather have none and just get on with my child free life.
Yet I still go on those bloody threads.