This past weekend, I had a bit of an accident. While visiting my family in the states, I tripped and fell at my Grandmother's house. I was walking into the kitchen and my foot snagged the area rug and down I went, right onto my stomach!!!! Everyone was trying to help me up but I was trying not to cry. This is exactly how I miscarried the last time and I was afraid that I was going to lose another baby. You see, I have a history of being a klutz. My aunt threw out the area rug and kept apologizing to me and everything. My mind was on the baby. I was 8 weeks along before I fell. Later, that night when I was getting ready to lay down in bed, I miscarried. My DH held me after cleaning up because I was a blubbering mess. I still am. We went to the ER and there was nothing to be done because it was so early in the pregnancy and the Ultrasound showed there was nothing left behind. It was a clean SA as the nurse called it. This was my 5th miscarriage and I don't think I will be able to go through this again. I am going through a serious depression right now and I am hoping that crocheting will help me overcome this devastation. I don't know if it will or not, though.