It’s been a little over a year since we had our miscarriage. I’m still not over it and I don’t think my husband has ever realized how much it actually affected me. I don’t like to show my feelings, and I don’t even mean to hold them. I brought up getting a tattoo for the baby yesterday and he was very surprised. Not against it, just surprised. He knew I was upset when it happened, but we got pregnant again very soon after and I was so happy about it, I don’t think he ever realized how much pain I was in. They entire pregnancy, I thought I was being selfish for being upset, because if it didn’t happen, we wouldn’t have this precious baby boy, so I didn’t talk about it. And I am so grateful and I would never go back and changed what happened. But it still hurts not knowing what that baby would’ve been, never seeing their face or getting to know their personality. My husband was upset, but nowhere near how upset I was. And it really bothers me that he’s not. I know everyone handles it differently, but it’s like he forgets that it even happened when I think about it all the time.