I made it to 7 weeks when I miscarried March 22. I've honestly never cried so much in my life. I'm told the baby was the size of a blueberry. well....earlier today the baby left my body. I was beyond shook when I looked into the toilet to see what looked like an umbilical cord coming from a ball of tissue. does it make me a terrible person for feeling a kind of peace, like I'm able to stop falling apart because I failed at the 1 thing I was literally created to do?? I know it doesn't make sense, I can't make sense of it, but the need to bawl my eyes out isn't there anymore. I'm just.....empty now.