I honestly never thought in a million years that this would ever happen to me. It all started on Thursday and by Saturday afternoon my baby was gone. I will never forget that day for the rest of my life. It broke my heart to go into the room usually meant for happy things, like finding out that you are pregnant, or finding out what you are having, so the ultrasound projection on the wall is all nicely framed to display the good news, only to have the unexplainable feeling of seeing the little gestational sac on the ultrasound screen and to have someone tell you they can't see a heartbeat and that you are experiencing a miscarriage. I was 8 weeks along but the baby only measured at about 5 and a half weeks, he explained to me that I had a missed miscarriage. Meaning I should have miscarried three weeks ago but the placenta that produces the pregnancy hormone kept telling my body that I was still pregnant, and only now was my body starting to realize that the baby wasn't growing and developing. So, the doctor gave me some medication to help me pass everything, I really didn't know what to expect. Not only is the physical pain unbearable but emotionally and mentally it is draining as well. I was lucky enough to have lots of family around, my mom came for Justin's graduation as well as all of his family. I can't thank them all enough for helping me through this hard time. I have really appreciated all the love, concern and prayers in our behalf. What a blessing family is.