I have been trying to find the words to say this but nothing really seems right. Last Wednesday I found out I was pregnant through a blood test. Had more labs done Friday to make sure levels were going up. I took a urine test on Friday afternoon and it was positive. I got pretty excited even though it was very faint. Fast forward to Sunday and I take another test. It's negative. By this point I'm so worried I can't think about anything else. I start spotting Sunday night...hoping and praying it implantation. Yesterday morning I started bleeding really heavy. My dr calls and tells me I'm 3-4 weeks pregnant! I'm beyond excited. Then she compairs my labs to the ones done on Wednesday. The level dropped. I had more blood work done and the results show I'm going through a miscarriage. Even though I was still early I can't help but feel heartbroken. A baby I'll never get to hold or sing to. I know we can try again but it's just sad. I wish we, as women, didn't have to go through this stuff. For all you ladies out there that have gone through this once or multiple times-I am so sorry. Your loss is valid. I can only pray I'll meet this baby someday when I get to heaven. 😇