My world and my identity were shaken to their core when I had a miscarriage in my first pregnancy. My husband and I had easily conceived the honeymoon baby we wanted, but the pregnancy was proving to be anything but easy. I was violently sick around the clock from the beginning and my hormones were making me a miserable person, but I was ready to be a mother. I couldn't wait for the pregnancy to be over, so I could meet my baby. We had an ultrasound at 8 weeks that looked perfect, but at 11 weeks, I miscarried.