Who knew you could plan and do so much in 12 weeks, nonetheless get yourself that excited for a new path and friend? I cant help to feel like Im being melodramatic, but I feel so depressed and lost. I feel like everything to do with this screeched to a halt and I'm worried it'll never start going again. I know it's usually all to do with chromosomes, but I can't help to feel defective. My boyfriend wants to try again, and says all it did was give us more time to plan for the next. I understand, but I cant keep painting this baby's room at the horrid thought that all of this could happen again. I was in so much physical pain earlier today, but now I'm just in so much emotional pain. I really need you guys to please tell me how you coped and got through it, and happy endings after a miscarriage or anything, because after today I'm finding it so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Thank you