I would have been 12 weeks today. Today I would have taken a picture of my belly to see if there had been any changes. I would have started making plans for the nursery. My husband and I would start seriously considering names for our beautiful baby boy or girl.
I remember how bad I wanted to make it past 12 weeks. I thought that if I made it past 12 weeks I would be out of the "danger" zone. Well, I never made it to that point. I have good days and terrible days, and it never gets easier. But, that's okay. There is no "right" way to grieve this sort of loss.