I was visiting with one of the "nestling's" friend's mom. She told me she had had four miscarriages before her last three kids were born and I told her I had had one in February.
Well, the next day (today) she showed up at my door with a beautiful rose and said, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." It brought me to tears. Mainly because today would have been the day I would have had my ultrasound. We would have found out the sex of our baby. I would have felt that sweet baby move around inside me by now. I'm usually okay, but occasionally I have a mini break down thinking about what would have been.