I hate this

As I sit im the bathroom dealing with the aftermath of a misscarige. With my stomach hateing me and me burning a candle. Because it's only my husband and I that k ow our roommate has no idea of what's going on. All he knows is I am emotional. My husband is emotional. And there are tons of pads in the bathroom with a bottle of water. He think it's just pms. I started crying earlier and he looked confused and told me to stop. Which made my husband mad. I was really excited to have a second chance at brest feeding. And useing hand me downs. From supposed to be big brother. I was so excited. I feel weak mentally and physically. But I feel like I am supposed to act like nothing happened. I dont know what to do