Yesterday was exactly three months since my little boys were born sleeping at 16 weeks. I am now 4 weeks 5 days pregnant, and it feels strange, to be going through this again but without the innocent excitement of the first time, and with a permanent sadness in my heart. I don't dare yet to dream that I will have this baby in my arms. I was going to be the happiest mother in the world for my twins. Now I can't be the happiest mother in the world for this baby because I am not that happy person anymore. I hope I will be that person again sometime. Anyway, I am thankful that I am pregnant again and I hope that this pregnancy will have a happy ending. Is anyone there in the same situation?