I feel like my life is turning out so different from what I had expected that it seems surreal. When DH and I got married 3 1/2 years ago, if you had asked what we thought our future would hold, we would have said a houseful of kids and hopefully an acreage in the country someday. 2 years ago, my son was 2 months old and I never would have imagined that I wouldn't have another baby by this point (I thought even 2 years was a huge age gap and was hoping for more like 15-18 months apart.)
I never would have imagined the year we've had...one round of bad fertility news after another and a miracle pregnancy only to have it end in miscarriage. 16 cycles of hardcore trying and I'm no closer to having another baby in my arms than I was in November '09 when AF returned and I was so excited to get on the baby-making train again.
I guess it's starting to really hit me that I will never have the life I dreamed of. I'm trying to adjust my expectations for life. I'm thinking of selling some of our baby stuff...nothing that I really love but stuff that isn't my favorite and is taking up space. If we don't have a baby or I'm not pregnant by this time next year, we will store our crib and rocker at my mom's house (we have no storage room for it here) and turn Mason's bedroom into a toy room and move him into our guest bedroom (which was supposed to become his bedroom anyway after we had another baby). There's no point in taking up space with a crib we don't need when we do need space for his toys.
All of this makes me really sad, but I guess it is just time for me to accept reality. There might not be any more babies at our house

At least for a long time. We are considering adoption, but that can take a long time.