Stacy had always known she wanted to be a mother. What she didn't envision, however, was how hard it was going to be.

She never thought she'd be here, in her bathroom, looking at her reflection as she psyched herself for her daily fertility drugs injection.

You want this, she thought, it'll work this time.

Grabbing the syringe with a heavy sigh, she took one last glance in the mirror before walking away.

"Another one," she said, taping her fingers on the tube as she plopped onto the bed.

Stacy handed it to her partner, a distant look settled over the liquid about to be pushed into her body.