I would die for that

Another Mother's Day has come and gone, and rather surprisingly I didn't fall apart this year. I was content with hope I felt towards trying fertility treatments again, but the hope has fallen short. The insurance options available to me at my new job will not cover anything for fertility treatment, not even diagnostic testing. I feel like I am slowly dying inside. Mark and I talked about it, and we could always use credit cards, and loans, even a second mortgage in the hopes of concieving. Yet, what would that accomplish? We might or not have a little one, and we would not have ANY financial security. I think we may just have to look into foster care more seriously.