Another one😭😭

I was sleeping Monday night when I felt like someone just cut my stomach open. I sat there for a while thinking it's just gas and I soon I stood up I felt something drip on my leg. I look behind on the bed and there's blood on the sheets. I run to bathroom and start freaking out my mind automatically goes to that I'm having another miscarriage. I've had two before... I call my boyfriend on the phone (he was in the bedroom he just couldn't hear me from the bathroom.) He looks where I was laying and he sees the blood. He picks me up in a blanket and he rushes me to the hospital...I was right another miscarriage...I didn't even know I was pregnant...I feel so horrible. Am I not meant to have children? Like fuck I just want a baby of my own. I hate my body with a passion right now.