mrsm I know exactly what you mean. DH was hit very hard by this too, he wanted us to have a baby as much as I did and he was just excited as I was, and he was devastated. He has never really had a chance to deal with it though as my grief is always the priority to him.
I don't mind you asking.. The first one was very, very early. It was very difficult because we had been trying for so long and for it to end after finally conceiving was really difficult to deal with. But it hadn't long sunk in that we had finally done it, the bleeding started and slowly the tests went negative.
I fell pregnant the cycle after and we were terrified but over the moon.
Then I had some bleeding at about six and a half weeks. Thought it was happening again and was distraught. We went to the GP who said everything looked good, cervix closed, and maybe it wasn't all over. She referred us to EPU and I had hcg tests and a scan at the hospital. Longest wait ever between blood tests it felt like but it was fantastic news - everything was great, scan showed all as it should be and we let ourselves get carried away with the excitement. We were booked in for a routine follow up scan a couple of weeks later.
Except then it wasn't ok. We went in with no pragmatic thought that it might not be ok. we were psyched to go see the heartbeat, but there wasn't one.
The reason why it was so awful was because we were basically in limbo for three weeks and that was absolute hell. She said that it looked like it had gone wrong but because it was still growing she couldn't be sure. So we clung on to hope. The sac had to reach a certain size before they could absolutely diagnose. The not knowing was so hard.
Another scan a week later. Sac still growing, now way behind dates, but still nothing they could do.
Yet another scan a week later (on my birthday...) now over three weeks later from first receiving the news. The sac still hadn't grown to the required size but it had also barely grown at all and was starting to collapse. I'd also had bleeding in that week, so there was now no doubt, and all hope was finally gone. But that three weeks of tormenting myself was hell. Had an Mva that afternoon.
We started trying again desperately hoping it would happen again straight away - it felt like the only thing that would help was getting pregnant again. Everyone says you're so much more fertile in the few months after. Mc. But it hasn't happened, three months later, and I'm in limbo again. It feels like life can't move on until I'm pregnant again. Some days I think it's too much and I just want to give up. I don't really mean it but the disappointment every month isn't just about not having got pregnant. It reopens the wound of the miscarriage every month. I've just started another period - quite a bad one - and it's like being punched in the gut. I was scrolling through the mn active posts last month and saw the 'due in November' thread and it hurt.
Thank you for your kind words and sorry for rambling 
I don't feel very strong right now. I've not gone into work today, I couldn't face it.
The bracelet is a lovely idea. It's awful because to the world around you everything just goes on, it's like it never happened. Even to the people who knew. They expect you to have moved on and got over it and it's like it wasn't really anything to get over it seems sometimes, because you never got anything tangible to lose - some people don't understand you can love them from the moment you know they are there, or how crushing the loss is.