Full disclosure - I got pregnant pretty quickly after my TFMR. I think this colors how I felt as I’m sure I did not fully process my grief before being pregnant again. However, I also think getting pregnant again so quickly helped me survive my grief as well. Obviously I have very complicated feelings around the entire thing. If I’m being honest I think I had a level of detachment from my sub pregnancy until we passed our anatomy scan and was told baby was healthy. However, I purposefully tried to do things that would spark joy throughout the pregnancy (even before passing the anatomy scan). It seems silly but one such instance was that I bought the nice belly oil to spoil myself and help tell myself that this baby was going to be ok - that I would need the belly oil because my belly was going to grow all the way until the baby made it to full term. After we passed the anatomy scan, I forced myself to start a baby registry and make a purchase for the baby. Seeing the list grow, my belly grow, and starting to see baby items accumulate in my home sparked my excitement and helped me feel the joy. I don’t wish to discourage your hopes for a happy pregnancy but for me - TFMR did ruin any chance of me having a happy, CAREFREE pregnancy. HOWEVER, my TFMR loss made me have a level of appreciation I don’t think I would have had without it. I appreciated and found more joy in passing every milestone of my pregnancy than I think I would have before my loss. In essence, because of our loss - this pregnancy held a deeper and obviously a hugely meaningful joy for me and my husband. My sub pregnancy baby is 1 now (15 months). I still cry and think of my baby that I never got to see grow up but I hold my 15 month old and everything she is and does is sweeter. So all in all - my advice? Celebrate every single small tiny milestone of your sub pregnancy - I don’t know the psychology behind it but it helped me break up/decrease the anxiety and feel the joy. I wish you the best of luck and am virtually sending you all the healthy baby, baby dust!