My husband and I have been trying to Concieve for a year now. Last month we found out we were finally pregnant just for me to start bleeding a week later. The miscarriage was confirmed the following day. I am so frustrated and my heart is so beaten down. Tonight at my in laws I was surrounded by my sister in laws and their friends all with at least one baby on each of their hips and I went upstairs just so I could break down for one second.  My sister in law came to check on me and was so kind and she shared with me that I am lucky because many people experience late losses and still births- and God I know that's much worse than what I am dealing with and I don't know how women are strong enough to endure those things- but it doesn't make me less sad that I don't get to <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.glow.android.eve">eve</a> a mommy. Where's my baby?? Why is it taking so long? I have faith- why won't God give me a baby? Then my mother in law told some story a couple minutes later about a make a wish story and ended with "stories like that make me realize that what I  going through isn't that bad". Not sure if it was bad timing or a dig at me.  Am I being rediculous? Should I just count my blessings?