I suffered my second miscarriage in September but the father isn’t around so I didn’t (and still don’t) have any support from him. I would have been 27 weeks, the first week and the first day of my third trimester yesterday. I cried all day yesterday and I’m still going. Even though the father is a compulsive lying and cheating imbecile, I’d give the world to have this baby. There’s no “at least.” My child died. DIED! It’s the worst feeling in the world, I feel so empty and lost. 😔👼💗💙💔