My name is Teresa. I have just suffered my 6th miscarriage. This one has been especially hard on me because it comes at the end of my divorce. I am so alone this time. Plus, I started bleeding April 16 and my HCG still has not reached 0. I held on for so long that my baby would be okay. I have been so angry and depressed at the same time. I am a disaster with all that goes on in my life. I had to quit school because I just couldn't do it any more. I have no one to talk to and almost no one I know understands this pain. My mom keeps telling me it's a good thing and I just want to slap her! This is pain Mom! I may never have gotten to meet my babies, but they are still my children. People tell me to celebrate the children I do have. Yeah, I do, but there should be six more! There should be six more beautiful faces with me every day! Each one has a name and I can tell you when they would have been due. I should have one just starting to drive. I do okay for a while and then something happens and all of these things come back to hurt me. I was so excited when they told me I was pregnant. It was like the light at the end of my tunnel and then, like the road runner, it was only a painting on a mountain and I ran right into it. I know that I will be okay, because I have done this so many times before, it is just so hard to get to that point. I want so badly to hold my babies and sing to them and read to them and teach them. I do little things to remember them, but I feel like I am the only one who remembers or even cares. I think Sophia's dad thinks about her because she was the closest he ever came to having a child of his own. Unfortunately, the others don't have that luxury and remembrance. Okay, I feel like I am rambling, but it feels good to get it out! Thanks for reading.