Lost and broken

I hate December every couple of years I have someone in my life die. This year on Christmas eve I lost my poor sweet baby. I was 10 weeks and 3 days along. I was so freaking close to making it out of my first trimester....my husband and I were wanting this baby so bad. We were finally ready and finically (better than most) set to have our squishy. After 7 years of being together we wanted to start our little family. Now I hate everything and wish I could hide in a hole.