We lost our third pregnancy. I was only 6 or so weeks pregnant and we had only found out we were expecting a week or so prior, but the minute you see a positive pregnancy test, you fall in love. The only problem is that a mother never falls out of love. I was honestly surprised how deeply sad it was even though my brain was reminding me that a miscarriage this early is normal and kind of expected. But it was sad and it’s one of those things in life that just sucks. There’s not much to say about it except it is sad and there is nothing you can do about it but treasure the memory.