My husband and I have been TTC for about 4 months, and this last cycle I finally got those pink lines to show up on a test!! This was the 9th. Every day I tested, and slowly but surely they got a little, tiny bit darker, until I took a digital on the 12th and there it was! Pregnant!! I was so excited, that I entrusted in a couple of close friends, but I was going to surprise my husband! That whole week I had been having light cramping which I thought was normal implantation, and when I laid down on my stomach, I felt a little pressure, and was SO excited that Baby B was in there. The night of the 12th, I ordered a couple items off amazon so I could set it up (today actually 😅) for my husband, so it would be there waiting for him when he got home from work.

Sunday came, 01/13, and we were up getting ready for church, and my cramping became heavier, but not like my period at all, so I just pushed it aside in my mind. Once we got home from church, I knew something was off and as soon as I wiped, my heart immediately sunk. Of course I had to tell my husband, because he needed to know what was happening. The bleeding wasn’t heavy at first, so the hospital (I called labor and delivery) said if it got heavier, to go to the ER, but it never did. I went in on Monday as I had started bleeding extremely heavy and my blood test showed a 5.3. Anything under a 5 is not pregnant. (At this point I’m rambling and am so sorry, I just have to get this off my chest. I already feel crazy)

Today, I went back in for my blood test so they can see the if my levels have doubled, which I know they’re not going to, but I still have that hope in my heart that it some how will double. Even though I’m still bleeding from Sunday. I just can’t get over the fact that my sweet Baby B was there, and now they’re not.