I should be 20 weeks, half way there.  I'm supposed to have a belly getting bigger by the minute. I'm supposed to be celebrating every movement I feel of you. I'm supposed to be looking at cribs and strollers.  Instead I'm looking at blood tests results and begging for a reason why.  It's been 10 weeks without you. They tell me "it'll happen" "at least you know you CAN get pregnant."  I think my heart breaks more every passing day. I've never felt more alone.