So after 12 years of trying to concieve I finally got my first positive pregnancy test last year. Unfortunately, it ended with a miscarriage at 7 1/2 weeks. Surprisingly, on my Angel's due date, I concieved again. Apparently that pregnancy was doomed from the start. The doctors could never find out why my numbers were never "right" and they didn't seem to really care. I made it to 12 weeks before my world was devastated. 12 weeks of my doctor taking his time to find out what was going on with my baby. My baby tried to survive. He wanted to live. My body couldn't support him. My tube exploded and I almost died. I wish I would have. Instead, my baby was sacrificed so that I could live. I lost my fallopian tube and ovary. What's more is I lost all hope of concieving my own child. My doctor told me not to try again. He suggested permanent birth control. After 13 years of trying to have a baby, my dreams were shattered. March 26, 2018 is the day everything was taken from me. I lost all hope and am a broken person. I dont know if I can ever be happy again. Thanks for listening.