So here I am, day 27 of this cycle from hell, post missed miscarriage. I feel like I dont understand anything about my own body. We tried to get pregnant again, and I highly doubt it worked. My temps have gone crazy. My CM have gone crazy. I have been cramping, crying, cursing and praying over sore boobs, jumping with hope at the smallest pimple, or any glimmer of hope that I might be pregnant again. I'm exhausted. I will feel completely broken if AF shows her face, but at least it would mean I get another shot. Baby dust to all the hearts that were broken, and may 2017 bring the sweet rainbows you've been praying for 💕