Our first baby would have been a honeymoon conception. Only, I found out when I was 12 weeks along that I was carrying a dead 9 week old embryo. I hated that everyone, except my dad (family) said to “get move on” or “it’s for the best”, since my husband had lost his job staying home to take care of me when I had been having strange pains. The only good thing is afterward we tried for another baby. He, my oldest, was conceived a month before the one I miscarried would have been due. Most people tease us about having five children. Many don’t realize we really had six.
The loss of a child is a pain one carries throughout life. Thank you for sharing your story on this thread.