April 1st I had my first ultrasound... i was 8 weeks. I laid there nervous because I knew deep down inside no matter how much I wanted this baby, something was wrong. I kept pestering my doctors office for the past three weeks telling them something just wasn’t right... they just checked my levels and said everything was good because they were going up and told me that they would see me for my 8 week scan. I knew, I knew all along. . I go in and I’m bleeding at this point so bad that the paper sheet they give you to cover your bottom had blood on it. But even with all the blood and fear I was hoping for a good outcome in the back of my mind. . You know you hear of people having a hematoma, and I just wanted that to be the case. When the ultrasound tech kept looking at my right ovary and making sure everything was okay then I lost all hope. She points it up towards my right tube and I see my baby... my baby with its heart beat of 167 bpm. My baby that I wanted so bad was there but there was nothing they could do. The ultrasound tech sends me to the waiting room and gets the doctor. They call me back again and I wait for her to come in and tell me that I’m having an Ectopic Pregnancy and that I need surgery within the next hour or so. My husband is at work 2 hours away and can’t get off... I drove myself to the hospital sobbing, I couldn’t even verify my phone number I’m crying so bad... I lost my baby... and my right tube. By the time they got in there I had already ruptured. Today makes one week since my surgery, and I just need to hear some positive stories about conceiving after all of this.