2 Weeks ago I found out I was pregnant and couldn't have been happier, everyone in my family was excited, we even had started preparing my house and moving rooms, ect. I was approximately 6 Weeks along abs had just had an ultrasound with a heartbeat on Friday morning. I was in love the minute we knew, but I feel like the little flicker of a heartbeat on the screen solidified it for my boyfriend., later that night I had started to lightly bleed and called my doctor, she said strict bedrest, which I had been doing since earlier anyways. As the night progressed I bled more and passed a lot of tissue, went to the er and found it what I had already suspected, that I had miscarried. I have never felt so much anguish and despair and just soul swallowing sadness. I can't sleep more than a couple hours at a time, no more that d hours/day total and I can barely eat. All I do is cry; my body is just tight with pain from crying constantly. Everyone is telling me that its a blessing it happened so early or that this was meant to be or that this was nature correcting itself or that I'll just have another. I'm dying, every cramp is a reminder of what I should have instead, every evacuation of blood and tissue is a testament that this nightmare actually happened. I realize that 1 in every 4 pregnancies end in this but it doesn't make mine easier. I'm looking for someone to blame or hate and coming up dry. I can't live my life lie this but I don't want to move forward. My heart is broken and beyond repair.