I'm so tired of them, then breaking the news to my husband. I used to not tell him since I've never carried past 6 weeks, but I'm tired of only me knowing about them. This year alone is 3. 6 years ago I kept being told to,"not to worry. It'll happen. I knew a girl who had 4 and now she has 3 kids"

The count is around 6 now. Doesn't look like a big number, but it feels like a ton. Most of the time I pass tissue in the shower, not even knowing I was pregnant. I get stuck on what could have been. The potential life I just felt my body expel and not knowing why.

So far I'm being told my husband has a low sperm count and nothing wrong with me. It doesn't make sense that nothing is wrong with me, but there's still no answers. I'm hoping this new dr I'm seeing is able to give us answers.