I’ve been away for a long time, only posting sporadically through Instagram now. I couldn’t bear to see anymore posts about who’s now pregnant, what their child’s doing, how you can only understand what so-and-so is going through if you’ve been there — if you’re a biological mother, or any mother at all. No one counts those who’ve had pregnancies that never ended in a full-term child. If you’re infertile every small mention of motherhood hurts to some degree, and if you’re me it stings like a knife wound where someone just poured lemon juice and pure capsaicin. I want to come back, but I don’t want to unfollow those folks talking about their kids…I still like them, and the other things they post. The toll infertility takes grows more every day. St. Anne, pray for me, pray for us.