Too much, too soon

At 6.5 weeks pregnant, we (I) had a miscarriage. At motherfuckingDisneyWorld. Talk about a Karmic bitchslap.
I just took the baby ticker down from my blog sidebar. The same baby ticker I had only put up 1 week earlier. Did we announce our pregnancy too soon? Telling family and friends so soon that it was not going to happen was so much worse. I actually chickened-out and made my husband tell my parents. I just couldn't say the words. Hell, it hadn't even been a week earlier that we'd told them they were going to have another grandchild. From High to Low in 5 days flat.
Still cramping, still hurting. But I don't mind so much. Because once it's gone then that's it. Aside from the "What to Expect" book that I've shoved into the top drawer of my bureau and the booties that we bought for the grandparents, it's like it didn't happen. Like the projected due date of January 4th, 2009 is now just another day in the world.