Trying to conceive is a form of grief.
In grief, there are no rules. Grief doesn’t care if you have been trying for one month or for ten years.
She doesn’t care if you have four angel babies, or none.
She doesn’t care if you already have a delightful human baby running around in the world – or more than one
All she cares about is you.
And she is gently insistent with you, every month, telling you over and over again:
You only have to tune in long enough to believe her.