I have been waiting so long to see those two pink lines. Wanting to be able to see them clearly not guess or hold the test in every direction hoping to see a VVFL. Than 💥 BAM. It happens one day I talk myself into just testing once. Although in my mind thinking I’ll see one line and get over it again. I peek before the minute is up there they are those two beautiful lines. The excitement is overwhelming. I’m pregnant. The joy I felt was all over my face And my heart was jumping out of my chest but tired so hard to keep in. Two days go by and I’m hopeful. I got a blood test done so far so good. Day four comes around......... I see red 💔😣 and it’s over. The next blood test comes back the number go down.

Something was different about this miscarriage than the ones I have had before.

It was just so nice to feel that amazing for four days. I’m actually thankful to feel that excited. I don’t feel numb like I have felt in the past.

I still have hope. That maybe one day I can feel the excitement for longer.

I read so many of all of your stories out there guys. You all inspire me to be ok. I know that mine is not a happy bfp story. I just need to tell someone my story.