My husband and I suffered a miscarriage a few months back and I surprised myself with how well I took it. I fairly easily picked myself up and dusted myself off and was ready to get back on the horse. It seems like only now do I feel any real sadness. I'm jealous and spiteful when other people announce their pregnancies. I'm lying to myself when I say I'm going to be "totally casual" about getting pregnant again. I want to be pregnant so darn much and I want it to freaking stay. And grow. And be healthy. Why do I feel worse now than I did three more maths ago?