Beautiful, Black And Infertile

I prefer not to say my name. Of course, my name does not matter. I could be any of the countless black women in this  country suffering from infertility, quietly with a smile on my face and a shield over my emotions when people say the countless unhelpful things that make me feel that much more lonely on this journey I am taking.  It is one of my many shields I have to carry in order to navigate through this world and not seem to be on the verge of cracking up. What is one more shield? My name does not matter. It is my struggle that has taken over the very essence of my life. What made me start this blog is I kind of want to take a break from trying to get pregnant. We have been trying for about 11 cycles and I have gone from optimistic to pessimistic in a slow decline that has built up to the reality that is me now. The me right now is at the end of her hope rope just about. It isn't that I don't think that it will happen but it is that I don'...