Originally Posted by blondy524My boyfriend and I (both 21 years old) found out I was pregnant in June on the day that we left for our trip to the beach. What an exciting way to start out a vacation, right?! We were excited and overwhelmed and completely surprised since we were definately not trying. I was already 7 weeks along. We did not tell our families-we wanted to wait until I was 13 or 14 weeks. Since I live at home with my parents, I'm surprised they didn't suspect anything since I was sooo tired all the time. Our first official appointment was right before I started my 14th week. (We had been in for a blood test to confirm the pregnancy.) My midwife did the exam and she tried to find a heartbeat with the doppler but no luck. She did an ultrasound but said she wasn't very experienced so she had the doctor take a look. Then we saw our baby but his little heart was very still. I was strong about it until we got to the car and then I broke down. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The day before I had bought a little hat and outfit for him. The night before I had laid in bed and dreamed about feeling him move for the first time. My body held on to him for 2 weeks before it finally gave him up on Aug 2, 2003. That was physically and emotionally the worst pain I had ever experience in my life. I still can't believe he is gone. I can't believe I will never hold him or see him smile or hear him laugh. I've been writing "he" and "him" the whole time because I just had this feeling that our baby was a little boy - so my boyfriend and I named him Bradley Evan. The hardest part was not having anyone to talk to about it. I was raised in the church and would freaked my parents out if I had told them and I didn't want them to worry so I had to go it alone, just my boyfriend and me. Thanks for letting me share my story!