Yanbu. Talk about it as much as you feel the need to.
I lost a baby later on once everyone knew. I was off a long time. A couple of colleagues lost family members and everyone had a collection, gushing facebook posts, flowers, cards, etc. I lost my baby and I got nothing. It doesn't matter that I wouldn't have wanted any of that. What matters is that my loss wasn't acknowledged. At all. When I came back to work, people put their heads down and scuttled away. One of the most precious things I have from that time is a card from a distant family member, because it acknowledged the loss of my baby. In my world, someone really fucking important and special had died.
People dismiss the loss and minimise it. They say that it isn't a "real baby", but look on a screen and see arms and legs and a spine and a head that you have grown yourself with love and hope, and try to say that that isn't a baby. And besides, the sentiment is redundant. My son isn't a real teenager (he's 4) but he's still my child. My baby might not have been a real baby. He was a foetus, but he was still my child.
People euphemise it. I got "what happened", "your personal problems", "your time off" etc. I lost a baby. I wasn't having "personal problems", I was fucking bereaved. Bereavement is a fact of life, not something that I should have dealt with in private if I didn't want to.
I posted a picture on facebook (yeah I know) of the place my baby's ashes are because it was beautiful. I'm definitely not a facebook oversharer. I post about twice a year, but it was a healing picture for me. Sunshine, blue skies, flowers etc. No-one responded. Contrast that with the endless love hearts and kisses that people post when someone loses someone who is "out in the world", or a pet, or a teddy bear etc.
This has been an epic rant, I'm sorry 
But you are so YANBU to talk about miscarriage. It's something that happens to 1/4 of us. Anything to lessen the taboo, the loneliness, the enforced privacy. Anything to make it easier.