I've always wanted to have a baby, but I've been trying to get pregnant for a long time but I've never gotten pregnant. This stress and anxiety kept me awake at night, and my heart was heavy.
Every night, I would lie in bed, look at the ceiling, and think about why I couldn't conceive a baby. I think of all sorts of possible reasons, such as age, weight, lifestyle habits, and so on. These thoughts made me even more anxious and depressed, and I even began to wonder if I could be a good mother.
Whenever my husband and I go to a friend's party, I always feel a little uncomfortable. Friends would talk about their children, and I couldn't share my experience. I could only listen silently from the sidelines, feeling a little lonely and helpless in my heart.
However, I also understand that trying to conceive is not an easy task. I need to keep a positive mindset, keep exercising, and improve my eating habits to improve my chances of getting pregnant. So, I started trying to change my lifestyle and try to make myself healthier.
In the process, I tried various methods, but I never got results. I followed the doctor's advice for physical examinations, improved my lifestyle habits, insisted on exercising, and even tried some home remedies and secret recipes. However, the anticipation and waiting every month always ended in disappointment, leaving me feeling extremely frustrated and helpless.
Every time I see the news of pregnancy from my friends and colleagues, my heart becomes even heavier. I would begin to wonder if there was something wrong with myself and if I was destined not to have children of my own. This thought made me feel anxious and stressed, and I couldn't sleep at night.
My relationship with my husband has also been affected by the pressure of trying to get pregnant. We would argue over trivial matters and accuse each other of not caring enough or not trying hard enough. This unpleasant emotion makes our relationship even more strained, even a little distant.
After months of failure, I felt like I was on the verge of collapse. I started to think about whether I should give up trying to conceive and accept the fact that I couldn't have a child of my own. However, whenever I think of this thought, I feel a tingling in my heart. I wasn't willing to give up, I didn't believe my life was over.
My husband and I have also had a check-up, but we are both in good health and there are no major problems. Maybe fate is such a thing as such a disgusting thing, and you just can't get what you want.
I'm supposed to keep going, right?