Holidays without kids...and not by choice.

Today is a bad day, as I sit here in my living room listening to the squeals of the neighborhood kids on their little egg hunts I am reminded of a heartbreaking fact, I am not a mother. I know I am not alone, I know there are women all around the world struggling just as I am. Too bad all I can focus on is the women that complain about their kids every other day only to say what a blessing they are on holidays. As hard as my husband and I have tried for the last three years we are still struggling with fertility problems. My social media newsfeeds are filled with Easter baskets, dresses/suits, and egg hunts filled with smiling faces of beautiful children not to mention the baby bumps and "baby's first easter" announcements. I have my days where I can be positive and supportive of my fellow trying to conceivers, but then they are days like today where I can barely fake a smile. I am tired of wondering why others have no problem having 3,4,5, even 6 kids with no problem and yet we have none, and there's no hope for that to change anytime soon. Some days I just wonder when it's time to give up? I know I'm not to that point yet, but when is the time to stop trying? Holidays are rough enough as a military life, being three thousand miles away from family, but to be constantly reminded that you don't have children just makes holidays so much harder.