Tomorrow I turn 27. And instead of lamenting over the fact that I'm still not a parent - four years after we started this journey - I'm going to say I'm excited.
Because this has to be the year I'm going to be a mom. It must be. I've been patient. I've been understanding. And now, it's my time.
Because I deserve for 27 to be a good year. I deserve for 27 to be the year that this fight comes to an end. I deserve happiness. I deserve resolve. I deserve peace. I deserve a crying, screaming baby at 3 am - a sound that I've wanted to hear for so long, it makes my heart ache. I deserve the light at the end of the tunnel.
This will be my year. I will make sure of it.