I found out at 8 weeks 6 days officially that my baby's heart had stopped and I would miscarry. They let me try on my own and I didn't pass it. I took misoprostol at home a week later, and it was an awful experience. I went back for my follow up US and I had retained products. They are bringing me back tomorrow (3 weeks after the ordeal started) to see if I passed it all. The emotional suffering of dragging this out has been awful. Today, one of my coworkers came in to tell everyone that she is pregnant. We had almost the exact same due date. I had to leave the room. I just didn't have the strength to celebrate with her when I am still mourning myself. I felt like a bad friend, but I am emotionally drained from my long drawn out ordeal. I am at my emotional breaking point.