I can’t sleep. It’s the dreaded day the doc said I’d be due January 15, 2015. four years later and another period has come just to make this anniversary more painful. I am sad and emotional. I don’t understand why the world isn’t mourning with me and also I don’t want a single person to know. I am angry at my empty house and womb and those slow sperm. five years trying to conceive with all the sperm helping kits and ovulation strips and then “just letting it happen” because “stress makes it worse” blah blah blah. Nothing. One miscarriage more than four years ago. I’m just confused and sad and angry and depressed and mourning and so so so alone. I’d be a good mom.