I’m turning 38 this week and had some hope that this month I’d get a BFP after having surgery in the spring to correct an issue causing my recurrent miscarriages. We’ve been on it about everything for the past five months. But aunt flow reared her ugly head for my birthday the same as she did for Christmas.

I’m just so disheartened, depressed, angry that I’m 100% healthy (literally one of the healthiest patients my doctors have) and am doing everything textbook annnnnd....nothing. My husband and I are really good people, would be incredible parents and are stumped why this is happening.

I work with children and adults with problem behaviors and have worked with my fair share of foster kids from HORRIBLE backgrounds. Why God decides to give bad people kids and not us is one of the first things I’m going to rumble with him about when I meet him on the other side. Sigh.

I appreciate this community a ton and know a lot of you feel the same. Hoping we all get our miracles soon. 😥🙏🏻