Well I did it again, I managed to get to 13 dpo this time, and again I got my hopes up. Again I got one line. I promised myself last month that I wouldn’t get my hopes up, I wouldn’t get upset. I’m upset, I’m disappointed, I’m depressed. I feel like I can’t do anything right, even this simple thing of getting pregnant. Little girls at age 14 slip up and end up pregnant, they end up as mothers. Yet here I am at 32, with one miscarriage, and no baby in my arms. I wish pregnancy on everyone who wants it. Baby dust and good luck.