Today I was that girl leaving the OBGYN's office with my face hanging low, staring at my phone, hoping no one could see the tears streaming down my face. The appointment I had waited five long weeks for ended in more pain and heartbreak than I've ever experienced in my entire life. Sitting in the office, anxiously awaiting the doctor to come in, there was no doubt in my mind. I was so excited. I expected to leave with the sonogram pictures and I was ready to show them off to my closest friends and family. Instead, I left with an appointment for my D & C because my baby quit growing at 8 weeks and there was no heartbeat to be found. There's nothing I could have done different, it just didn't work out for my husband and I. We're heartbroken, I'm scared of the D & C later this week and since this was my very first pregnancy, I'm terrified to try again when the time comes. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Any kind words to put my mind and heart at ease would be greatly appreciated.