I’d be coming up on 11 weeks, coming up on gender scan, coming up on gender reveal party.... Everyday I’m obsessed with imagining what will never be. I feel so cheated, it’s unfair. My baby didn’t deserve to implant in the wrong spot, I was finally going to be a momma, finally was going to have a purpose. Everyone around me is pregnant and I despise seeing their progress. I know I should be happy they never have to go through this but I cant help but ask why me. Just why me. It took 2 years to conceive, just to have our baby taken away, it sucks I couldn’t do anything. I don’t know what the future holds now. But it doesn’t include my baby being born in July. Doesn’t include anything I imagined just two short months ago. Ugh.