I sit here tonight with a heavy heart. Yesterday I was 8 weeks pregnant so happy so excited. I started spotting and cramping around 8pm last night. I knew spotting could be normal so I tried not to lose hope but had this sickning feeling in my stomach. Woke up around 130 am in so much pain. The cramping was so bad went to the bathroom and the spotting turned to very heavy bleeding. My fears came true. My boyfriend took me to the er at around 6 am. I knew there was nothing that could be done but I knew I had to go. 4 hrs later blood tests and ultrasounds the news I didn't want to hear was confirmed. I sit here so broken and with a heavy heart. I feel like if there was any bad luck out there it will find me. I've had such a hard life over the years gone through 2 divorces one cheated the other abusive. Ive gone through the past 10 years thinking i could never have any kids at all. I know my life could be worse and people do have it worse than me I appreciate and learned from my past but right now I sit here and think why me? Why do I always get the bad luck? I'm not a bad person and give way more to others than I get back. I am greatful for my life and I know feeling this way is part of the grieving process and I know I'll be ok I always get up after being knocked down but it doesn't take the pain away it doesn't make it any easier.