I hate feeling so damn helpless. I have miscarried three times. Every pregnancy I've had has ended in the gut wrenching pain of losing another child. I know my time will come but the more I think about it the more I crave nothing more than to grow a tiny human inside of me! Sorry if that was a weird way to phrase that. I cannot help but start to feel defeated for not being able to carry a baby to term. We've vewn trying for a few years now and I'm praying for a light at the end of this tunnel.