Dying
I feel like I'm dying inside; like a vital organ has been ripped from my body. This miscarriage has been by far one of the hardest things I've ever had to face. That was my baby. I talked to him/her. And suddenly, there's nobody in there. Jon's been so supportive, but as soon as he goes to work, I'm alone at home for 8 hours doing everything I can to not think about it...and it's not working. I just can't stop crying.