When will it be our turn?

Just this month, 4 of my friends all had their babies. You see, I was a part of that club. But it was only for a few short weeks of 8 weeks. Up until our first appointment, I was overjoyed of the fact that I was expecting my second child, first with my husband. We were over the moon. He'd put prenatal vitamins on my pillow every night just so I didn't forget to take them. He'd rub my belly and say how he couldn't wait. We thought "wow, we finally did it the right way". Fell in love, got married, and now a baby. How could we have gotten so lucky. We both have kids from previous relationships. Then for our first appointment, we were told that it wasn't a baby. That it wasn't anything. That it was a complete molar pregnancy. And that I needed to terminate it right away. We disagreed. So we went for another opinion with a different OB. He too told me it wasn't going to be a viable pregnancy. But told me it wasn't a complete molar pregnancy. But gave me options to wait it out. In the end, it was still a miscarriage. Then to make matters worse, it took me 3 months for my HCG levels to go down to zero. Now we have been "trying" again since. Just started my TWW, and I just found out one of my other friends is pregnant. And has a healthy pregnancy. And as much as I'm happy for her, I can't help being overwhelmingly upset because here we are, really trying to conceive. And there are others who get pregnant just like that. I never knew what it meant to "try" for a baby until now. It's taking prenatals when you're not pregnant. It's wearing socks because they say it helps with fertility. It's eating pineapple cores. It's using some weird kind of lube because it's supposed to help mimic your CM. It's hard. It's emotional. It takes a toll on a person.