I'm experiencing my third miscarriage in a row. Devastated doesn't begin to describe how I feel. The first two we didn't know about until I started bleeding, but for this one we found out before by body started to miscarry. And now I'm just walking around waiting for my body to figure out I'm no longer carrying my living little baby. I feel like a walking human tomb. I'm also angry. I'm angry at myself that my body can't do something it was biologically designed to do. I have never felt like such a failure in my life. Plenty tell me at least you know you can get pregnant. Right there's so much comfort in knowing I have three tiny little dead babies. There's no at least. I wanted those babies I wanted those pregnancies. Maybe it doesn't affect some women this deeply because loss is different for everyone. But for me....this is torture. I'm in so much pain.