Thanks all. It's something we just wish didn't happen to anyone.
@DancingUnicorn It was very tough for awhile. Discovered just before Christmas at my 12 week scan that the baby had died a few weeks earlier, but my body hadn't recognised it yet so I was walking around with all the same pregnancy symptoms. As it was Christmas I had to wait 6 days to have my ERPC, so that was almost a week of continuing to walk around no longer oblivious to what was going on inside me. Can't even measure how many tears I shed that week and the weeks that followed. I was already in love and the grief that followed was so overwhelming.
When the hospital finished their brief diagnosis we opted to collect the remains for cremation. The crematorium director was amazing - first person who really knew what to say / not to say. Family and friends tried but as none of them had ever been through it they just tried all the usual platitudes which just made it worse so I had to keep away from them for awhile.
Husband took her (we like to think it was a her) ashes for a brief motorcycle ride through a park, and we then buried her in my PIL's garden, and planted a beautiful camellia japonica 'tree' and flowers to commemorate her and have a place of memories. I was distraught at the time, especially when digging and placing her little bamboo pouch of ashes on and under a bed of dirt, but afterwards it did help to start the healing process. We went away for a few days and later on for a couple of weeks, and those really helped too.
Afterwards I flitted between wanting to TTC straightaway to never doing it again out of fear. But desire outweighed the fear and so we tried again after my first AF which came about 5 weeks after the ERPC.
Nothing happened the first month but the next month it did (we were stunned) and we are 12 weeks today. 12 week scan on Monday (5 months to the day of my last 12 week scan and devastating news) so I am scared as hell!