My SO and I were expecting a baby boy last year and at 16 weeks, my water broke and we lost our baby boy Easton Kyle. I had him at home. Nothing ever prepares you for something like that. It was so heartbreaking... I had him on October 28th, 2014. I hate when people say "it just wasn't meant to be" or "you'll have another one". Having another one doesn't replace him. Also, a lot of people on my Facebook are announcing their pregnancies and it's upsetting. It makes me miss him so much more. I'm happy for them, but still. Anyone else ever feel this way?