It has been about 2.5 months since my miscarriage, and I am feeling significantly more OK than I was even a couple of weeks ago. That being said, I had a rough evening today. I went to my sisters house visit my niece and nephew and let them play with my 3 boys while I was there, and help my dad out babysitting. My nephew is 3.5 months old and just the sweetest thing in the world. I was doing OK, until I was alone just talking to my nephew and looking at his little feet and toes and talking baby talk to him. Suddenly, I had to hand him to my dad and excuse myself to the bathroom. I turned on the fan and sobbed uncontollable for a couple of minutes. I pulled myself together and was fine for the rest of the evening until the drive home. It seems like it just hit me again what a baby really is and what they mean to a family, and it was like a blow to the stomach. I just kept thinking that Therese had little tiny toes that I will never get to see and that she would have been a little baby just like my nephew if she had lived, not just a dream or a thought, but real and solid. It really broke my heart all over again. I just feel so awful right now, and I just wonder if I will ever be able to see a pregnant woman or hold a baby without longing for my Therese?