So yesterday I had my doctors appointment. It was very painful in more ways then one. It's confirmed that I had a complete miscarriage at 13 weeks. We will never get to meet our baby. I'm sad that I never even got to see him on the sonogram or even hear his heartbeat. I did get to feel some flutters and I'm so grateful for that. It's crazy that in such a brief span of 3 months I had such a strong connection to our little bean and the essence of his spirit. I just knew I was pregnant with a little boy because not long after I found out I was pregnant I had a dream of my Great Aunt, she died last year and in this dream she was holding a baby blue blanket and she told me "it's going to be a little boy." I really don't know where my pregnancy went wrong and I never will know but for now all I can do is move forward. We are not sure about trying to get pregnant again. I think it's best right now to focus on being as healthy as I can be. In late June we are going to take a 3 week trip to Ireland. Who knows, Maybe the luck of the Irish might be exactly what we need to try again. I would like to say Thank you to each and every one of you for your kind words. It meant so much to me to hear that we were in your thoughts and prayers. Good luck & Much love to everyone.