Three years ago next week, I had a miscarriage at 13 weeks. I could close my eyes and be right back there when the u/s technician told me there was no heartbeat. It always is hard this time of year and especially since while cleaning out my closet today, I found the scrubs I wore home from the hospital after my D&C. Weird, how little things like that can just send you into a spiral of sadness. I do feel guilty for being sad because I was blessed with twin boys in June, and I have so much to be thankful for. But nothing can fill the void in my heart for their little brother or sister. Thanks for listening.