The reason you’re not pregnant yet is that you haven’t admitted you’re a witch.
You’re considering putting your hopes and dreams in the hands of the medical profession, and it’s making you sick, desperate and close to nervous exhaustion.
You struggle to cover the shame you feel towards your body, taking it personally you can’t get and stay pregnant. Wearing the best mask you can to hide your heart that’s ripping in two.
The idea you will never hold your own baby has you welling up with tears. You feel your guts aching for a child to fill the void and emptiness within, the depth of which you cannot begin to describe to your partner.
So much soul-searching and questioning. “Why will the Universe not bring me the one thing I truly desire?”
I’ll tell you why.