Trying to conceive. Falling pregnant. Having a baby. All of these phrases sound so innocent, but in reality, it’s so much more than that.
I’m not shy in chatting about how much Daniel and I would love to have a family. We’ve been married for more than 3 years now and more than a year of that has been spent trying to conceive.
Wanting to have a baby as much as Daniel and I do, but each month being disappointed, is something that wears on your mind. It’s the sort of situation that turns the world into a black and white canvas. I’m either pregnant or not pregnant. It’s one of the few situations in life that is a complete. You’re either entirely pregnant or not. No grey area.