I was never in the mood for anything. The world was full of pregnant women and they were a reminder of what I couldn't do. I felt like they were shoving it in my face. I put in my dues, I thought. It was my turn.
Secondary infertility is so hard to handle.
I felt like a failure. I couldn't produce. I was a defective wife. I felt he was ashamed of me though he never said it. My self-esteem hit close to rock bottom and I had sworn years ago in a rotten relationship that it would never happen again.