I've never posted on here before. We found out a week ago that our baby had passed away. We had known that there was a problem when I wasn't producing enough progesterone. I was put on progesterone pills that were supposed to last till the tenth week. I took them till the eleventh week and apparently lost the baby when the pills ran out. The pregnancy was supposed to take over producing progesterone at that point if it was a viable pregnancy. My first pregnancy went so well we were really taken aback at the thought of there being something wrong with either the baby or me. Needless to say, though, I didn't get my hopes up. The last thing I wanted to do was let me guard down and get really excited only to find out we lost the baby. Unfortunately, though, that's what my family did. We had scheduled the D and C for the Friday after we found out. We waited an excruciating week before the procedure was done. All the while I knew my precious baby was still in me but not alive. That was the hardest part. Aside from actually hearing the nurse break the news to us after seeing my baby's body on the screen. I was thinking how it finally looked like a real baby and that it was beautiful and I kept thinking that she wasn't looking for the heartbeat yet, that was why I couldn't see it or hear it. That was one of the roughest moments of my life. I completely lost it and sobbed my heart out, right there in front of the nurse and in my husband's arms. All week I was terrified of the procedure. I hate the idea of the D and C and what they have to do. It makes me skin crawl. I couldn't believe that they were actually going to do it to me and after they did it, everything would be over. My baby would just be gone. My baby would be sucked into some plastic thing. How horrifying. Thank goodness I don't even remember going to sleep. I just remember waking up and feeling this...lightness. I had been so consumed with worry and anxiety about my baby and would it be ok and was it dead today or today or today. Now, it was all over. I didn't have to worry for my baby anymore. The baby just fell asleep and never had to feel pain or heartache. And I felt a certain deep comfort after knowing that it was all over. Anyway, I guess I just needed to say that to someone. This would be too hard for my family to hear. My Husband has been my rock through this and we're so much closer after going through this because we found out how much we mean to each other and how much we need each other. I hope this helps someone who's going through this, someone who might be scared or someone who might feel just like I do.