Another one 😭

Miscarriage number three. Three little ones I’ve lost. Three faint heart beats vanished. Three chances at being a mommy, like I’ve always wanted, and I failed again. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.. After miscarriage two, back in January, I went to my gynecologist, bless her soul, and she said I look normal. “It just takes a while. Miscarriages are quite common and I know it hurts, but one day you will be a momma. I know it.” She told me to take some prenatal to get my levels back to normal and to keep taking them to make sure if I do conceive, the baby is taken care of from the get go. I want to believe her so much. She’s been doing her job for thirty years. She’s helped thousands of people, and made their dreams come true. But mine, mine just shatters to dust one after another. Telling my husband hurts worse and worse every time. What am I doing wrong? Why is it that people who don’t want a baby seem to get pregnant whole taking the precautions not to, and I’m over here, trying for almost a year and a half, and still no luck?