Miscarriage, stillbirth, another miscarriage...

Emma

I am that woman, the one everyone feels sorry for. The one they pity when they find out. My daughter was born sleeping in Jan 2014, at 38 weeks. She was 7lbs 3oz and way more beautiful than our genetics can possibly account for. And I'll have to live the rest of my life missing her.

I just got my 4th positive pregnancy test, and I'm actually trying to stay hopeful, even though the concept of "hope" feels more like a cruel joke. Be gentle with me.