I miscarried my baby over a year and a half ago. In fact if he had been carried to term his 1st birthday would have been this week. I was 18 years old and in no way ready to be having a baby, but I had every intention of keeping him anyway. When did you (if you did) stop thinking about what they would have been like? Am I being stupid that I love this person who wasn't even real for more than a few weeks? That would have completely "ruined" all my plans? It's not like I spend all day every day on it, but the past week has been pretty awful.