As I looked at the week ahead and the dates printed on my wall calendar, I couldn’t help but realize that I would have been halfway through my pregnancy by now. 20 weeks. It dawned on me that its the middle of April and when I first got pregnant, I said to Brian, “You know, by the middle of April we will know if we will welcome a son or a daughter into the world!” You could say I had a moment there at my wall calendar this morning. No tears, but just a moment of reflection. I talk about my miscarriage quite often, especially since many people like to ask me questions such as, “Are you done having kids?” or “Are you going to try again for another?” I’m not shy about sharing my story. My miscarriage is apart of who I am now and its something I will most likely always talk about with women until well… forever. Through my conversations though, many people like to offer up their reasons why or they like to comment on miscarriage thinking that they are being helpful & saying the right thing; when in fact, what they are saying can be really hurtful. I’m writing this post so that people will know what NOT to say to someone going through a miscarriage.