I had a miscarriage at 18 weeks about a month ago. I've been going through the stages of grief. But man today was hard for me. I miss the exhaustion and morning sickness. I miss knowing there was my little nugget right with me all the time. All I see over and over again is the baby on the ultra sound. The first time I have seen him/her since it was 8 weeks. And I was so happy for only to be taken away with "there's no heartbeat".