Venting about my infertility

I need to vent. I’ve given myself 2 years limit to try and conceive, and I never thought I’d find myself facing infertility. It’s heartbreaking to watch sisters, family, and friends get pregnant so easily—whether by accident or on purpose. In two years, I’ll be 30, and I’m panicking.

I’ve been trying to conceive for seven years now. I’ve had three miscarriages, and my only successful pregnancy was eight years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for my child, but how do you cope with having an only child who feels lonely? My child has cried about not having a sibling, especially when she sees her cousins with theirs.

The pressure is crushing. I do want more kids, but having PCOS makes it so hard to maintain a pregnancy. People say, “Just stop thinking about it; it will happen.” But how am I supposed to not think about it when I’m constantly trying to do everything right—eating the right foods, taking supplements, looking after myself?

I’m so angry at my body for how it’s affecting me mentally, emotionally, physically, and socially. The symptoms of PCOS are embarrassing enough without the constant disappointment of trying and failing. It’s 2025, and here I am—still trying.

I have seen a FS and currently on letrozole, no success yet.