Thank you all for the kind, thoughtful responses, I've read every single one. I ended up having to go in for a D+C anyway this morning because I woke up in the middle of the night with awful pain and passing baseball sized clots (sorry, I know that is way TMI). I'm feeling as ok as can be expected today, although I'm sure the pain meds they gave me are taking the sting away a little bit. It's just so hard to think that just a few days ago we were making plans for finding out the sex, the kids were so excited.. and then I had to tell them the baby had died. My daughter especially is devastated. It's so hard to watch her grief.. as she said to me yesterday "We don't have a Baby Mango anymore. Now we have a Baby Angel" we all cried.. This all still seems so surreal.