Two months ago, we found out we were pregnant again. We wanted to give our daughter a sibling close to her age, so we were excited. Two months of name selecting, of telling friends and family, of predicting how our daughter would react, of anticipating what our new addition would be like, of what his/her smiles would look like, of the joys we'd be welcoming in our lives... During a routine check-up and sonogram, the doctors found that our little one's heart stopped beating. We're now having to go through the miserable aftermath that comes with miscarriage. Foremost on the list, the procedure to remove the dead fetus from the womb. But even worse is the heartache. We work with a pregnant woman who smokes, who drinks soda like it's going out of style, and who knows? Maybe she drinks at home. But she's almost nine months now. We're devastated...we did everything clean, just as last time. No caffeine, no alcohol or smoking, vitamins and healthy foods, talking of and to our little one in the womb. And now he or she is gone...and while I'm still struggling to accept that, my fiancee is a wreck over everything else. Even our daughter suddenly started to scream when the doctor told us.