When my first girlfriend told me that she'd had a miscarriage it was the first I knew about her being pregnant. The baby was gone before I'd even had the opportunity to think about what it was going to be like to have a child of my own. I never even got to wonder whether it would be a boy or a girl, or whether I'd be a good father, or what life lessons I could bring into its life. It was just gone.

I don't know if it'll mean much but at least you got to share something with Sharon and bump. There's a lifetime of experiences you won't get to share with her but you did share something with her for the short time she came into your life.
:')