First pregnancy, first loss.

I just had a D&C on Wednesday at 8wks2d. Was only measuring about 6wk5d; never saw baby or heartbeat. I’m in a odd state of mind. I feel like I don’t have anything to mourn because there was no actual fetus; but at the same time I was pregnant and my body was doing something. It makes me mad this whole thing really. We’ve been trying for years, and it finally happens then just like that as soon as we get excited, it’s gone. I know it’ll just take time. I try to hold on to the belief everything happens for a reason. I try to keep in mind that my body finally got pregnant and if it happened once, I can do it again. Anyway, I guess I’m just spitting out a bunch of thoughts. Needed to unload it somewhere. Thanks for listening