It's so strange, living in this new reality where the world hasn't stopped just because my pregnancy has. When you lose someone, you feel like the galaxy should just shut down, at least for a day, to acknowledge the death of something/someone huge. For example, I think mail shouldn't be delivered and computers should stop working.

Miscarriage grief has always been a minimized and invalidated ‘hidden grief’. My first miscarriage occurred when I was 27 years old. I had been blissfully married for five years and was elated to be pregnant. However, when I had a miscarriage during my third month of pregnancy, my elation turned to despair.

Much is made in bereavement circles about the different ways in which men and women grieve and mourn their loved ones. Men are said to be stoic, strong, tough, aloof, silent, tearless, and on the whole incapable of expressing emotion.

I recently attended a local community meeting where I met a middle-aged woman who informed me—after learning that I was a grief and loss coach—that she had just finished cleaning her deceased mother’s closet and now felt emotionally draine