I feel like I'm out this month. I know I still have ~3 days left of the cycle but I still keep popping BFNs. Here's the scoop. Jan 2015 we decide we want to start trying for a baby. 6 loooong months go by and nothing but frustration. I do the whole stop trying approach and BAM! BFP on July 31st. Cd 24, with still 7 days left in my cycle. We were so ecstatic! MD appointment made for 8 weeks. Then, one week after AF was due, August 13th, here she comes. Miscarriage. At 5 1/2 weeks. Shit. Didn't even get to see her. I didn't get to even have blood work done while everything was good. I'm at a loss. We get the green light to try again immediately. Despite the emotional scarring, we do so right away. After all of the reading and researching I had found it to be true that one is more fertile after a miscarriage. Periods went on like normal, positive ovulation kits. Nothing. Not a god damn thing. We "stop trying" again, hoping for the same quick results like last time. Nothing. Here I sit, every month hoping to see a positive on CD 24, like last time, and here I sit every cd 24- AF crying, hoping, wondering what is wrong, why no baby this month, what did we do wrong this month? Did I try too hard? Did I not try enough? Did I think about it one too many times? I'm still so hurt over our loss. Some days I'm okay with it, realizing that something was wrong and it took care of itself for a reason. Other days, I'm very not okay with it. I feel so cheated. Like someone was just tinkering with my emotions, like some cruel joke. Some days, I cry and cry, knowing that today's the day I was supposed to find out the gender, or entered my second trimester, or finally be able to scream it to the world that we were expecting. And I can't do any of that. It's all a dream, a distant wish, that feels like it floats a little further away each day. I'm so desperate to see those two pink lines again. I would do anything. So as we close out this cycle, again still a few days left, and feeling so hopeless, I am reminded that next month will be a year since we decided we wanted a child. A full year. Never. Ever. Did I think it would be this hard. This challenging. This frustrating. This hopeful. This soul crushing. This emotional. Why can so many unfit people become parents so easily, when it's the ones who want this the most, who struggle so hard to achieve what seems like the simplest of requests? I'd like to thank you for getting this far in this post. Thank you for reading my rants,  emotions, and tears. I could go on and on but I think I'll just take a bit of a break for now and see what kinds of responses you all have. Thank you kindly -