I’m so tired. And I don’t voice this often. For three years my husband and I have been trying. Last year my sister told me she conceived on her wedding night, the first month of trying. Then a month later I got pregnant, after three years my dream was coming true. This week we would have told our families we were expecting. And blood test would have shown the gender. Instead at seven weeks I had an ultrasound that showed a baby at five weeks. At six weeks I was in the emergency room with bleeding. I was told is was a threatened miscarriage, and I kept hope. Because the next week there was a heart beat. And the week after that there was a heart beat, it was slower but at this point I was on the highest dose of progesterone so I kept going. Finally through all the spotting and pain and uncertainty, at week ten, and Christmas <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.glow.android.eve">Eve</a>, we had no heart beat. That day my husband didn’t go with me, he knew the baby was okay. I knew he was wrong. When I got home I was so mad. I hurt so badly, and for the next month I went through hell. I got an infection, by body didn’t want to give up the baby. I had to have my cervix manually dilated and the baby pulled out, with no pain medication. Yet still I have hope, and I watch this site seeing others have hope, and you guys fuel me, keep me going and keep me hoping. My sister is now five months along. I felt her little boy kick a few weeks ago, and it hurt badly. But underneath that pain I know one day it will be my turn. So, to all the women that keep me strong without knowing. I thank you for being my best friend, when my own doesn’t understand what I am going through. We got this ladies, and I will be there for any of you if need be!