I am 28 years old and my husband and I had been trying to get pregnant for 3 years. I was 8 weeks pregnant and started bleeding. I went to the ER and they said my HCG levels had dropped significantly and that I had miscarried. I can't even explain how hard it was to look him in the eyes and tell him that the miracle we had waited so long for... was just gone. I can't help but blame myself, while obviously in the back of my mind knowing that I didn't do anything wrong. The cruel thing is that I have to go back to work, I have to go on with life... after already experiencing the first part of pregnancy symptoms and being so elated. Life was so wonderful for 4 weeks. I can't stop crying. I'm just beside myself. I'm on bedrest so I can't exercise it out of my system. I can't cry it out because there is no end to it. Many of my friends are pregnant and about to pop. I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to see their happiness, and their lives going on without a hitch. I'm not sure where to go from here. 4 weeks ago my life changed and my husband and I were so happy. Today we are dealing with day 3 post mc, and we can't even look at each other without crying.