In January of 2020 I miscarried at almost 10 weeks. It broke me. Emotionally and physically. My husband says I have not been the same and I have lost my dog the same year and my grandmother who raised me. I told my husband I didn’t want to get pregnant again and feel that loss again. But after a lot of therapy and owning my worth we started trying again. And I thought I was pregnant but got my period today. When I told my husband all I said was “at least I didn’t have a miscarriage”. I’m almost 30 and been trying for 6 years. All I want is to have a little one and it feels like god just doesn’t believe I will be a good mom. I’m spiraling and have no one to talk to about this. And I feel like all you beautiful ladies can understand.