last month started out so joyous and happy because after 3 years of trying and 2 rounds of clomid we were finally expecting. joy turned to fear so quickly when I started bleeding and we went a few days not know if baby was gone or not. I ended up miscarrying 4 days before fathers day but it wasn't confirmed until 2 days later when we rechecked my hcg levels. we are trying to heal and are continuing to ttc. I have wanted a tattoo for years and I finally got one because I needed something to hold onto, some type of piece of the baby we never got to meet. it's been a rough 6 weeks but I'm so much better now having done something to honor our baby we lost.