Six months and quietly freaking out

I'm feeling like the progress I've made over teh last 6 months is slowly unraveling in the face of my various life situations. Such as : my sister is due to have her 1st child, a girl, in less than 2 weeks. My daughter was delivered stillborn a little over 6 months ago. My mother told me she had to 'think about' carrying a picture of my daughter in her wallet, and that her picture would be displayed in her bedroom (heaven forbid the living room!). She also informed my husband and I that she was done grieving for my daughter b/c she was no longer dead, but alive with Christ as of Easter Sunday. I guess that is her way of setting boundaries for her new grandhild? Coping mechanism perhaps?? My parents home is no longer a safe place for me to grieve. better not mention that DEAD grandchild in her home.. might upset the new one that's on it's way. when I confronted her with her words and how they hurt me, I got the 'I'm sorry you took it that way, it wasn't meant to hurt you, but I'm proud of you for standing up for your right to continue to grieve" WTF?? My husband may be shipped off to Officer Training School within the next 2 months (or not), which is right smack dab in the scheduled time frame for a much desired Pregnancy Loss Support Group so we can't commit to it, and is also the same time frame that we agreed we'd start 'trying again' (Curse you AF for getting your shit together at the wrong damn time, and not giving us a concrete date for training!!) - I am not speaking to my mother because of her careless, callous and thoughtless comments to me and my husband, I hate that there are so many balls up in the air for my husband's career that we cannot plan, nor have any control over what happens next- I feel like giving up, and I want to know if I'm self-pitying/self-ANGSt-igating, or am I just overwhelmed? My husband told me that this is our reality- it's just us against the world and to essentially (he didn't say this) GROW UP. Life it hard, it sucks, and deal with it. I hate my job, but feel I shouldn't complain cause I have my health, my home, my job, my husband, my dog, but I don't have my daughter- and she's all I want. I'm not sleeping again, and I'm taking her blanket to bed with me at night now. I woke up thinking one sister with a dead baby, one sister with a(possible) live baby. I feel like I have so much rage/anger and hurt and I don't konw where to direct it. I feel out of control, scared and anxious of the unknown. I also have NO CLUE how to integrate with supportive friends (and those who haven't been) who have children. At some point, I know I'm going to have to- but how? Did anyone else feel this way when confronted with a number of difficult life situations? Is this normal for 6 months out??