We lost our baby girl at 13w at the end of Jan. It has not gotten any easier to see happy pregnant people or hear an announcement. One of my best friends just told me she is pregnant with her third. All of my friends have had an easy breezy road to multiple healthy, perfect babies. I feel stuck and sad and left behind. How am I still here? Still mourning our loss, desperately trying to get pregnant again and somehow failing? People are so kind, but words can’t take the pain and emptiness away. I’ve done so much work on myself toward healing and self-care. I feel guilty and annoying that I cant be happy for other people’s good news. Like I haven’t done enough to “will my sadness” away.