tired

I'm tired of being poked and prodded.

I'm tired of the hot flashes that clomid brings.

I'm tired of wondering if every little strange sensation is a child growing inside me.

I'm tired of knowing that it probably isn't.

I'm tired of telling my husband, AGAIN, that I'm having a bad day.

I'm tired of looking like I have it all together while on the inside I'm falling apart.

I'm tired of looking normal while know that I'm not.

I'm tired of crying all the time.

I'm tired of people telling me that my time will come.

I'm tired of being asked when we're going to have kids.

I'm tired of being envious of all my friends with children.

I'm tired of not understanding why.

I'm tired of my life.