I had a miscarriage back in December. My husband and I had only been trying for two months before we got pregnant. We were ecstatic that i was pregnant and my world came tumbling down. I blamed myself for everything that happened. It’s been exactly 3 months to the day. During the past three months, I was severely depressed. When my period came or a pregnancy test came back negative, my whole mood for the day was ruined. It almost ruined my relationship. Today, i can proudly say that I’m finally at a good place. It’s not that i will never forget what happened but i can say that things happen for a reason. We may not always know the reason but we have to trust that that reason is more important than we realize. I want a baby more than anything in this world but it will happen when it happens. I don’t want to stress about it. It is such a peaceful feeling to finally be at peace with something that had caused me such sadness.