so just 2 days ago I was happily sitting with my boyfriend 5 weeks pregnant, looking at adorable onesies. He was picking out terrible names just joking around. Saturday morning we met up with my family for breakfast to tell them the exciting news. mom cried, sister was so happy, brother of course tried to keep a straight face but he was so excited to be an uncle. end of bfast I started cramping really bad, went to the bathroom and there is was. All the beautiful moments I just shared, my blessing, my first baby, gone in a blink of an eye. I had to go home fast, terrible cramping and passing clots. I felt so helpless in this moment. I know it's a "common" thing but losing your baby no matter how many weeks or how many times will never feel "common."