Take a deep breath, this weekend will be over before you know it.

Oh dreaded May, why do you come to mock me every year? This is our third meeting since I started trying to conceive. I must admit with each year I notice the aging process hasn't done you any favors. You are uglier than I remember. It's okay because I am a lot stronger than I've been in the past. Come the 10th our battle will be over and your attacks of Hallmark cards and television commercials will subside. Though I may be wounded, I will survive.

Here is a great article about experience with infertility by Nia Vardalos
(thank you 999reasonstolaugh.com for posting this link)