Aimz...I'm just curious...because I don't know your whole story...have you seen a dr. about what may be preventing you from getting PG again? It is really none of my business, but I hate to see people at their wits end...and I know how frustrating it is!! I haven't been trying nearly as long as you have, but did try for 14 months before I got my first

I am sure you have seen this as well, but it helps me out when I'm feeling down to feel better, so thought I would post it here!!
I will be Better...
There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better.
I will not be better because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books, but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truely have appreciation are those who have to struggle to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore, and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of a chold, knowing I can comfort, hold and feed him, and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot, or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in a sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I Have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, I mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
I know that there is really nothing that I can say to help you feel better...a

sucks...and it is very disheartening!! So here is also a great big huge
P.S. This poem is not in anyway to make mom's who got their

quickly feel bad about it. I know you are wonderful mothers, and we will all be wonderful mothers!!