Finding today really difficult even though I thought the Coronavirus anxiety would be enough of a distraction. It’s the 8th Mother’s Day I’ve had and still I’m no further forward. Multiple failed IVF’s, a stalled adoption process and no end to this crap in sight. Just made the mistake of looking on social media and so many baby bombs, stealth boasts and friends sharing how wonderful it is to be a mother. I can hear my neighbours children playing in the garden as I type, I shouldn’t be wallowing in self pity but finding myself feeling small and insignificant and just so sad 