Today marks five years of my infertility journey. I wish I didn't feel so angry about it, but I do. Despite being excited to be with my family over the next few days, I'll be internally dealing with the emotions of another family get together without a little one in tow.
I want my baby being transferred from relative to relative. I want my child on my hip, in the swimming pool. I want a family picture with NYEBoy, myself, and our child. I want to be a mommy. I know things happen for a reason, but I feel like I've waited enough.
Five years is plenty. It's more than enough.