So I ended up having a miscarriage after all. I went to the restroom and before I even got to sit on the toilet I saw a huge clot come out of me. It had to be the baby I just lost. Maybe it's not my time to come out pregnant. Maybe I should stop asking for God to bless me with a baby now. Maybe my body can't carry another baby. Maybe my body is too sick. All I wanted is one more baby so my daughter could have a friend for life, but having 2 miscarriages so close is making me give up hope.