No one, and I mean no one can prepare you for the day you hit your due date… while you’re 23 weeks pregnant. In April of last year I found out I was pregnant.. after 1.5 long years of trying at only age 21. It took what felt like forever to finally get pregnant. Unfortunately I miscarried at 8 weeks naturally and bled irregularly for 6 weeks. For over a month every time I went to the bathroom I had to think about the life that I would never be able to hold. I asked for help and intervention by my doctors but they refused to see me in the office and assured me, everything would be fine. Mentally, I was alone when I saw my clots and what I could only assume was my baby that time I sat down to use the restroom. No matter how hard anyone tried to sympathize, it didn’t help. I just wanted to feel validated that pain and this “deep hurt in your soul, makes every inch of your body ache” type of heartbreak was okay to feel. Fast forward to august, I found out I was pregnant again. Pregnancy after miscarriage is beautiful, terrifying, and sometimes so hard to enjoy. Going back into your <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.glow.android.nurture">pregnancy apps</a> and selecting “I had a loss” or changing to your new due date is definitely jarring. I am so grateful to be 23 weeks with our little girl, who’s due to arrive around Easter ‘22. My heart is hurting as today was my due date with the baby we never got to meet. I am 1 in 4 and I will never be ashamed to share my loss.