February 20th is a weird day in my life. Not only is it my husbands baby mama birthday it was also the day I would of been due if I didn't have a miscarriage. This year my baby would of been 1 and it was also the day my husbands cousin had there baby girl this year. February 20th. A happy but sad day. I was sad the entire day and my husband told me it wasn't all about me. The day I would of celebrated my baby's first birthday....is it wrong to feel devistated? I lost my baby at 7 weeks, I had to see his cousin progress the exact same time I would of only a year later. Ever since then we have been ttc which meant tons of doctor's visits. Failed attempts with clomid. Failed attempts on our own. Just to find out I have hypothyroidism. We're no longer in our home state so that means no more insurance. I can't fix my problem due to working until everything is close and days off during the weekend when there close. So February 20th.....the day my heart break. I'm not saying I'm not happy for them....but it should of been me too. I'm 25 with 2 miscarriages with only a step daughter we see 2 times a year due to school and being 9hrs away whose mother is jealous of me and don't let our daughter say my name without her getting in trouble (the mom's the one who constantly cheated but is mad I was the one he married)...when will my time come