I had a miscarriage last night. I wasn’t very far along, but man I loved that baby more than I’ve ever loved anything. I wanted and prayed for that baby for so long. When you find out you’re pregnant, you start mocking up this whole life for your baby. You wonder who they’ll be, what they will look like. You start picturing the birthdays, christmases, and all the moments full of joy. And when that heart stops beating, it’s like you lose all of that too. Now all I’m left with is wondering who they would have been and what life would have been like if I ever got the chance to carry that baby in my arms and not just my heart. I feel like I’ve been robbed of so many happy moments and left with a giant heartbreak instead. This grief that I feel is all the love I want to give this baby, that I cannot. A huge love with no place to go. I prepared this place in my heart for a child that never came. I didn’t get to meet my baby. I didn’t even get to hear it’s heart beat. All I got were two simple lines a couple weeks ago, but they meant the world to me. 💔