Melanie,
It has been quite some time since I had my one miscarriage. I already had one son at the time, and while I was extremely ill for most of the pregnancy he was a healthy baby. I was roughly three months along, and everything seemed fine. The only difference was that I felt wonderful and was attending school and still able to work out. One morning I woke up with cramps and thought I needed to use the bathroom. When I did, I felt something awful happen, and couldn't bring myself to look. I thought I had miscarried and hollered for my son to bring me the phone (he was about 7 at the time). I called the sitter to come get him and then dialed 911. I sat there unwilling to look or move. When the ambulance came they said they saw nothing in the toilet. At the hospital though they said that they had to deliver the baby because it was still inside. He (I knew because I had asked if they could tell the sex of the baby) was stillborn. I asked to see him . . . it was amazing in itself. . . you could tell where all the appendages were and his eyes, it was heartbreaking to see. I felt the pain emotionally and physically, but there must have been something wrong as I felt so well the whole time I had been carrying him. I did go on to have another child after a year and a half, she is 6 years old now (almost 7, d.o.b. 9-11-01), and she is wonderful. So even though there are hard times, things usually work themselves out, but sometimes the wait can seem like forever. Hang in there. Hugs to you. Colleen