Last April, I found out I was pregnant.

I was incredibly scared but I knew I could do it, I started to get kinda excited. Then when I told my boyfriend, he was happy and willing to stand by my side. He also has a four-year-old, and she was excited to have a brother or sister. But 2 days before my birthday, May 3rd, I had a miscarriage. I was devastated. I was so excited and ready to hold my own baby, but I couldn’t help but feel like it was all my fault that I lost him/her. I still cry about it and when I see people with their new babies, I feel some jealousy. I don’t mean to and I know it isn’t their fault.

This December is when He/She would of been born. But to remember my unborn baby which is all I can do I got a tattoo of a star with certain colors, Pink because he/she was going to be eccentric, I know. And black because that is the baby’s father’s favorite color and he is a part of our baby. I can not forget that. But for any of you who had a miscarriage, I am truly sorry. It is a hard thing to go through. I am still coping.