I'm 19 years old and I was trying for a baby for eight months (unsuccessfully). I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

But a few weeks later I found out I was 7 weeks pregnant. I couldn't even describe to you the feelings of happiness I had. I went to my doctor and I got my dates for my first scan and stuff. I found out I was pregnant on a Friday, and the following Friday when I woke up I found blood on my pants. Knowing this was not a good sign I took another pregnancy test, which came up two lines, but one was very faint.

I knew what had happened but still went to the hospital where they did an internal scan and said it was gone.

It's been one week later since it happened and I am just getting back to normal. I cried for two days straight after I found out. Really, I didn't stop once. And friends are falling pregnant now and are holding back from telling me. It really sucks, big time.

But now I realize that that miscarriage happened for a reason. It just wasn't my time. I wanted it so badly and then began thinking the worst so I feel it was God's way of telling me the time wasn't right, and when it will be I do not know, but until that day I will be praying.

Good luck to everyone trying. It will happen soon I promise!