hey girls. I am struggling today. I swing between reading statistics that fill me with despair, then reading about prayer and creative visualization that fill me with hope. I am trying to feel hope as I am trying to fool my hormones, when deep at my core there is such deep despair. How could it have come to this? 41, nearly 42, 2 miscarriages, so desperate to hold my baby in my arms. Christmas 2008, miscarriage at 11 weeks after seeing baby's heartbeat, Christmas 2009, miscarriage at 8 weeks, Christmas 2010, do I dare hope? Since I was a child I always believed I would be a mummy, and I wanted it more than anything else in the world. How did meeting the wrong men at the right time and meeting the right man at the wrong time ever get in the way? How could I have put off conceiving for 20 months in the last 3 years because I was taking anti-depressants, even when that drug isn't even known to be harmful to the foetus? Did my fear of a future over which I have no control get in the way of me ever holding my own baby? When does fear end and joy begin? I am struggling to find peace in any shape or form because I blame myself for delays that only arose because of my fear. TTC with Clearblue OPK, Preseed, epo, legs up, lovelight in my eyes, silent tears in my heart, a wing and a prayer. Just had my AF and I howl every time she comes. But you too are all in my thoughts and prayers, every day x