I want to share in your joy, I want to applaud all the new life and growing families and hope and love that these new babies will bring. I do. I really do. And most every day, I can. Today, I am struggling. I hate to admit that, but it's true.

I started seeing my therapist, who specializes in loss and grief, a few months after losing my twins at 20 weeks in May. She is an amazing woman who has been through a lot of the same experiences as me, and who deeply understands my loss.

How do you say goodbye to someone with whom you shared not a past full of memories, but a future made of fantasies? How do you make space for sadness when you're surrounded by messages, both internal and external, telling you to buck up and move on?

I recently had a miscarriage. While I got some fantastic advice from some great people, I was shocked at the bizarre and sometimes hurtful things people said to me. But I can't really blame them. When you don't talk about something, you don't know how to talk about it, either.

Aside from essentially mourning a death or two each year, coping with infertility was -- and is -- a lonely, lonely place.

I think of the string of coincidence (or are they miracles?) every day.

Throughout my own reproductive life, I've thought about this when the notion of "family planning" comes up. I forged a path through life, some of it plotted and tried for, and some of it... not.

I said, "I want to go beat things and run fast." She said, "I just want to cry and go to sleep." We probably could've used a dose of each other's advice, truth be told.

By: Stephanie Pappas, LiveScience Senior Writer Published: 12/04/2012 01:32 PM EST on LiveScience Amazing time-lapse videos of embryos in the ve...

When I had my first ultrasound during my first pregnancy, I knew something was wrong.

Each year, millions of people suffer the devastation of losing an unborn child. But despite how often they occur, miscarriages and stillbirths are st...

Most people I know have suffered this kind of loss. But that doesn't make it any easier when it happens.

Fred and I had only 11 years together. But we packed a lot in.

We make plans and life takes it's own path. In the end, I'd say the big lesson for me has been about trust -- trust that things happen when they're meant to happen; trust that we're being taken care of by a higher source; trust when our intent is grounded in love.

By: Katharine Gammon, LiveScience Contributor Published: 08/27/2012 04:29 PM EDT on LiveScience For years, researchers have searched for the rea...