On the 30th of September I should of had my "friend". On the 8th of Oct. I took 2 pregnancy tests, and they both came out positive. Yesterday I started to bleed a lot and I thought to myself, greaaaat because I knew, I had miscarried.

I am at a loss for words because this happened to me in July of this year. I would have went to the hospital but thr last time I went, all they did was let me know, I had a miscarriage and sent me on my marry way.

I sort of blame his family because from Tuesday to Monday we had loads of people show up to my house and "their ways" the young and brides must be great hostess to the guests. We would wake up, eat and at 12pm they would start showing up to my place and would not leave until 12 am. Which would piss me off and caused me stress. I could not tell people to leave or not come.

Or maybe it was my fault, maybe if I didn't drink coffee, tea or sushi, I would not have had a miscarriage.

Or maybe it is all in my head, maybe I just had two false positives. Whatever the case maybe, this is getting me at a real low, I want to be good but everytime I think about it, I say... Man, I should have been pregnant now.... I can't talk to anyone else, they don't understand and my husband is like, man up, you are better than this. I feel like I am married to a vulcan. O.o